My daughter-in-law has one of the coolest jobs in the world. She's an archeologist for the city of St. Augustine, Florida. Over at her blog, she talks about finding weird stuff, like headless chickens in holes in the ground.
Seriously, that's what she does for a living. She calls them Santeria Chickens and they're remnants of a religious ritual practiced by the folks who practice Santeria.
The more I think about it, the name Santeria Chicken sounds like a recipe. I've made baked chicken, broiled chicken, barbequed chicken, all kinds of stews and soups with chicken. I can't imagine a recipe called Santeria Chicken, and it's probably just as well that I can't.
Seriously, the girl's got the coolest job in the world.