Salute to the chicken curry...

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just read the "first posting" to a new blog... wow... (The link is available in header)
the sumptuous idea of chicken curry rescuing the world out of the claws of global recession... just wondering what next?
Environmental and climatic catastrophes? Viola!!! Why not? Breed chicken on a poultry farm is real environmental friendly. Those who know about poultry farming know that chicken feed comes from chicken only. And whatever little is required in addition comes from food industry waste. Its much like recycling at 100 % potential...
Well so the chicken goes green as we humans spare the conversion of the life giving vegetation into vegetable...
Who knows, as a later step, our scientists plant a few genes from plants into our poultry and make it photosynthesize...
A pure figment of imagination... Naah!!! The present we live in today, was imagination of future of those in past...

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