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I sold a couple of Dominiques to a man who informed me, "No one calls them Dominiques anymore. They are now called Barred Rocks."
My mother-in-law and an aunt won't accept my eggs. They say they grew up on a farm and have first hand knowledge of how nasty chickens are. They feel secure knowing their store bought eggs came from chickens living in a sterile environment![]()
That's OK. Those of us age 60 and over still call Barred Rocks Domineckers.

Speaking of which, many years ago I learned a wonderful tactic for dealing with particularly snooty sommeliers. When they hand you the cork to sniff to make sure it hasn't gone to vinegar; instead of sniffing, bite it. It was almost enough to make me take up drinking alcohol.