Tact is just another of those pesky four letter words. Having the advantage
of being hyena reared many social communication systems are foreign concepts
that I continually ignore for the joy of life. Dropping by is one of them.
Another is forcing agricultural products on the unsuspecting. When the hens
are producing 7 eggs/day someone better be eating them. I have tried to
sell them on Craigslist and haven't found any planet conscious types to choose
to purchase local. So this year I will show up at peoples homes, my egg
basket full, I demand the recipient empty their egg cartons into a bowl, I then
add more of my free range eggs as a gift for them surrendering said carton.
This isn't to suggest that
brushette or
corveys aren't
helping. To them the chickens are the handy source of "Chicken Butt Candy".
Not only will the hens leave the CBC unguarded but they cluck loudly when
they have made some fresh eggs.
Sarah was one of my people I dropped eggs on a bit ago. She
blogged about it and even
about the
quiche she made.
mycroftca is not one to appreciate eating eggs
and though he doesn't recall he actually enjoyed a quiche made by
themodeinliz he states he does not eat quiche. A very macho "Real men don't eat quiche" commentary came from this. As we all drove to Glendale on Saturday I shared the dogs name for eggs is "Chicken Butt Candy".
twilyght enjoyed the idea of sharing that with her son who likes the eggs. Wondering if he would enjoy them less using that name. No, because as this was sounding like a comedy riff by Jeff Foxworthy, we renamed quiche to be "Chicken Butt Candy Pie".
Real men don't eat quiche, they will however eat Chicken Butt Candy Pie!