tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761051.post8221471821669893346..comments2023-10-29T03:28:09.527-04:00Comments on EAT WITH ME: Saturday is the DayScottE.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02346813251871182513noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761051.post-56068045018553223112008-05-24T11:52:00.000-04:002008-05-24T11:52:00.000-04:00When I was a little girl, I had a pet chicken name...When I was a little girl, I had a pet chicken named Really Rosie, the Rhode Island Red. No, I did not grow up on a farm, this was actually in California, and I am sure my mom was breaking all kinds of local laws by having farm animals in the backyard, but anyway...Rosie was the most beautiful chicken and very tame. She had a coop outside, but she thought she was a house chicken. She laid one perfect, lovely brown egg every morning, and every morning I had a fresh tasty fried egg for breakfast. I was greedy and never shared, because she was MY chicken. And yes, I did have to clean her poop! :)Cyber Glohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12287936738880040949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12761051.post-20080960536216468512008-05-23T14:07:00.000-04:002008-05-23T14:07:00.000-04:00II <3 farm fresh eggs. My grandparents lived on a farm, and I (ew) used to walk through the coops barefooted as a toddler. Now THAT's country! :) Farm eggs are great...have you ever gotten one that actually had an embryo in it? creeeeeeepppyyyy!Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528637758267264811noreply@blogger.com