CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK!!!
WHEW! I just got
done cleaning the horse stalls, and it’s just down right angry out there! The
wind is really something today. It feels more like spring than fall; the air is
warm on your bare arms and smells like damp earth. The only thing missing is
the faint whiff of hyacinths and the promise of more days like this to come…oh
and a tornado warning…though I wouldn’t necessarily rule that one out, as
anything can happen weather-wise in Ohio.
Anyhoo, all the animals are hunkered down
tight in the barn, save for Jimmy and Charlie.
I don’t think even this wind is
strong enough to blow those two away! The chickens on the other hand should
probably worry about it. Kinda figures the poor things get a nice warm day
(which I’m sure these kind of days are going to be extinct pretty soon) and it’s
too gusty for the poor things to be able to go out and enjoy it any.
It’s also a shame that
Carrie Underwood (or as Dan and I call her, Carrie Screamerwood) is playing on
repeat in my head right now, her horrible screaming song “Blown Away”. I mean, seriously?
Country music has been reduced to a girl screaming about a tornado blowing away
her abusive father, as he was “a mean old mister”. (Boy I sure hope whoever
wrote THAT lyric doesn’t win any literary prizes for it…if so, I’m in the wrong
business!) I’ll save my down fall of country music rant for another day.
Back to the chickens…
Yesterday we
celebrated Thanksgiving with my in-laws (it felt more like Easter with the 60
degree temperatures, but the pumpkin pie and cranberry Jell-O mold reminded me that
Old Man Winter is just around the corner). It was my job to bring the deviled eggs.
Ah, I can still taste them now! Not much is better in life than a true farm egg
that has been hard boiled. You top that with the mustard/mayo combination of
the yellow filling, and BA-ZINGA! you have a true culinary delight. (Even as I
type this I’m tempted to make more and indulge myself in a sickening gluttonous
binge of eggs.) I had a few left over that weren’t going to fit in my little
deviled egg dish, so I peeled the shells away and scooped the yellow stuff on
the eggs and enjoyed a small taste of heaven. It brought back memories of
pregnancy cravings and nursing starvation…it also ruined my appetite just a
touch.
I wonder just how
many hard boiled eggs per day are considered unhealthy? Whenever I have a
carton of them I have to stop myself from eating too many, usually by
envisioning my cholesterol spiking. And let’s not even get into the nutritional
breakdown of egg yolks and mayonnaise. I don’t feel like doing the research on
it all, plus it’s hard enough to type this with a toddler on my lap.
Nope, I’m just going
to enjoy the times of deviled eggs and work hard to get this song out of my
head. This time last week we were buried under several inches of snow and I was
fighting myself to not put up the Christmas decorations (it’s not allowed to do
so until after Thanksgiving in the Shawhan household). Today I’m fighting the temptation
of the Easter decorations as strongly as the chickens are fighting off the
strong southern gale!
Enjoy Thanksgiving
and wonderful deviled egg delights!
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