My prissy, citiot/floridiot friend is coming for TG. It'll be the first time she's seen my chickens. I asked that she get me some Publix breakfast bread (no Publix up here) which she picked up last night. Since there was a change in plans and she can't come up until today, she asked if she should put the bread in the freezer. I had to convince her that it would be ok to leave it out overnight. Once, she helped me make pasta. I had her chop the fresh parsley. Using a knife and fork, it took her a half hour. I just watched, mouth agape.
I should have some good chicken stories after she leaves. Stay tuned ....
She wasn't too bad this time. She packed up the car early and went to town for an hour before beginning her 2 hour ride home and was afraid to put the eggs in the car for fear they'd go bad (even though it's cloudy and about 65 degrees outside). I had to twist her arm to trust me on this by saying, "Considering that what you know about food preparation and preservation could be etched on the head of a pin with room left over for the US Constitution, you should learn to trust me about these things". She took the eggs.
I fixed french toast for breakfast and gave her Maltese dog the leftover eggs beaten with a little milk. "Oh my God! The egg is raw! She won't eat that!" Needless to say, she was quickly proven to be very wrong as the dog eagerly slurped it up. Once, when I was at her house and she was preparing filets to go into the toaster oven by cutting off every little scrap of fat first, I fed the scraps to her dogs. I thought she would stroke out for sure. "OMG! It's raw. And, that's FAT! That's not good for them to eat, is it?" I responded, "It also doesn't have bearnaise sauce on it, but they'll be fine, trust me".
Gotta give her credit for liking the chickens, though. Of course, she couldn't believe they sleep on a roost (instead of a bed, I suppose), and acted as if she was watching purple pandas in a zoo, but she liked them.
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