A few weeks ago I wanted to know how the roast chicken for our wedding meal would be prepared since they don't offer any tastings. I called our caterers. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Hi! It's Elizabeth, the bride from the wedding on the 22nd. I have a quick question for you.
Old Afrikaans lady: ok
Me: How do you prepare your roast chicken?
Me: maybe she didn't hear Sorry, how do you prepare your roast chicken?
OAL: How do we prepare the roast chicken?
Me: Yes. How do you prepare the roast chicken.
OAL: Well, honey, its a roasted chicken.
Me: yes. How do you prepare it?
OAL: Well we cook it in the oven.
Me: Yes but how do you prepare it?
OAL: Well we take it out of the package and put it in the pan and put it in the oven and roast it.
Me: Well, yes, but what do you do with the chicken?
OAL: We put it in a pan.
Me: What recipe do you follow?
OAL: I just told you.
Oh cluck it. They put it in a pan and roast the damn thing.
Update: My mother was disturbed at my conversation and called herself. Turns out it's put in the pan, roasted and served with a wine sauce. Like duh.