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You'd be amazed. So far I have heard from fellow coworkers:
- roosters lay eggs
- hens don't lay eggs without a rooster
- tomatoes grow in the ground
- bees are useless animals that sting. Where does honey come from anyways
- bats are disgusting
-Chickens are disgusting
- where does the prepackeged meat come from anyways? Do they make it out of something that grows on a tree?
My husband and his four kids are from the city, big city. Now, my husband is quite educated and intelligent. He's an engineer, has two Master's degrees and working on his PhDs. His four kids are all college educated.
None of his kids or my husband will eat or even prepare meat with bones, not beef, pork or chicken, except for the occassional ribs. I literally have to debone the Thanksgiving turkey in the kitchen to bring to the table!
My husband doesn't want me to serve him fertilized eggs, or at least doesn't want to know about it. His son, who lives with us, won't eat the eggs because of the chance they may be fertilized. I'm actually very surprised they will eat the our Cornish X but I guess my cooking wins them over. I still can't talk about it, though and they won't be anywhere near on processing days.
That is really too bad. I always take great comfort in knowing where my food comes from. Well, that was until yesterday when the gas company came out to mark our gas line and we found otu the gas line is going straight through my garden that I have been rototilling for 4 years now. I feel so lucky now.
You'd be amazed. So far I have heard from fellow coworkers:
- roosters lay eggs
- hens don't lay eggs without a rooster
- tomatoes grow in the ground
- bees are useless animals that sting. Where does honey come from anyways
- bats are disgusting
-Chickens are disgusting
- where does the prepackeged meat come from anyways? Do they make it out of something that grows on a tree?

My husband and his four kids are from the city, big city. Now, my husband is quite educated and intelligent. He's an engineer, has two Master's degrees and working on his PhDs. His four kids are all college educated.
None of his kids or my husband will eat or even prepare meat with bones, not beef, pork or chicken, except for the occassional ribs. I literally have to debone the Thanksgiving turkey in the kitchen to bring to the table!
My husband doesn't want me to serve him fertilized eggs, or at least doesn't want to know about it. His son, who lives with us, won't eat the eggs because of the chance they may be fertilized. I'm actually very surprised they will eat the our Cornish X but I guess my cooking wins them over. I still can't talk about it, though and they won't be anywhere near on processing days.
That is really too bad. I always take great comfort in knowing where my food comes from. Well, that was until yesterday when the gas company came out to mark our gas line and we found otu the gas line is going straight through my garden that I have been rototilling for 4 years now. I feel so lucky now.
