Dumbest Things People Have Said About Your Chickens/Eggs/Meat

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Every one must be out of town for the holiday. I happen to live where the city people come for the 4th: easy to get to fireworks, beautiful lake, and a parade down Main Street with horses, buggies, antique cars, the works. Seeing those cars all over town today. Some real beauties. But, as a local, I'm planning on staying out of town until Monday. Will spend the holiday having cookouts at a friend's house on the river, trout fishing, "loafering" (a local expression), watching fireworks from the front porch, and eating well. Just old fashioned fun that involves no travel!
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Every one must be out of town for the holiday. I happen to live where the city people come for the 4th: easy to get to fireworks, beautiful lake, and a parade down Main Street with horses, buggies, antique cars, the works. Seeing those cars all over town today. Some real beauties. But, as a local, I'm planning on staying out of town until Monday. Will spend the holiday having cookouts at a friend's house on the river, trout fishing, "loafering" (a local expression), watching fireworks from the front porch, and eating well. Just old fashioned fun that involves no travel!
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Ok, I have to ask, what's 'loafering'?
 
They were still sold like that in the Mission District in San Fran when I lived there a few years back.

That's because the Mission District is mostly Hispanic; Equadorian, if I remember correctly. My daughter used to live there. It was the same way in Tuscany when I was there 10 - 15 years ago. Again, my daughter lived there. No large supermarkets; you went to the greengrocer's for produce, the pasta shop for freshly made pasta, and the butcher shop for meat where the chicken for sale was either boneless skinless breasts, or the whole bird sans feathers. It took me all day just to buy the ingredients for soup.
 
That's because the Mission District is mostly Hispanic; Equadorian, if I remember correctly. My daughter used to live there. It was the same way in Tuscany when I was there 10 - 15 years ago. Again, my daughter lived there. No large supermarkets; you went to the greengrocer's for produce, the pasta shop for freshly made pasta, and the butcher shop for meat where the chicken for sale was either boneless skinless breasts, or the whole bird sans feathers. It took me all day just to buy the ingredients for soup.
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I was in heaven.
 
Ok, I have to ask, what's 'loafering'?




I was imagining @7 Biddies trying on sensible, easily removable footwear all day long
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hahahahahahaha! Love it!! @subhanalah is correct. It's local vernacular for relaxing, doing nothing, just hanging out and/or chillin'. It probably has it's origins in the term "loafing around" but, up here, the language gets a little distorted as it is handed down from mouth to mouth over the generations. Kinda like song lyrics when you were a kid. E.g., a friend's young son recited the Pledge of Allegiance as "... and to the Publix where witches stand". (Publix is a southern grocery store chain) The local mountain folk also say "simular" instead of "similar", and "I'll have to ponder on it a while". You get where you understand it after a while, and I wouldn't change it for the world. It's a big part of the culture that I'd hate to see lost - like the overalls many still wear.
 
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