Culinary Adventures of a Mandarin Chicken Hunter

It takes a special brand of courage to whip up a culinary masterpiece from a recipe that must first be translated into English from French. I take off my hat to the inimitable E McFinkerdink Fan, but I still think it may be intended to make shoes from chickens to sell to weary hunters who traipse through his dinner, when she is the subject of a sex change operation under the counter. I'm sure it could have been worse in Mandarin. I took lessons in Chinese, I'm sure I can now say: "Hello How is your cat I hear you already fly the plane in which the geometric lines are cut What color be your chips.?.». Or something. I am terribly BAD at it.