Some friends were just here to visit and leave some home cooking; my own little Labor Day picnic, she called it. Since they used to have a few chickens, I asked if they'd feed the girls and collect the eggs before they left, thus giving my neighbor a break. She's been tending them since I fell on April 20, and I know coming over here everyday must be getting old. Anyway, my friend's husband is a professional chef from the Culinary Institute of America (CIA) and he fed the girls for me. As he was filling their feeder, I heard him say, "Bon Apetit" to the girls. I almost fell out of my chair laughing.