Good news! I finally found out why the chicken crossed the road but I’ll tell you later.
I went grocery shopping yesterday to pick up a few items.
I didn’t have a list. I haven’t made a grocery list for 30 years. I used to religiously make a list when I first started out my career as a semi-professional food gatherer, but then one day, I overheard a mom say she never made a list, just went to the store and winged it using nothing but her ordinary, everyday memory.
Never made a grocery list?
Could it actually be possible to go to the grocery store and not make a list and still come home with everything one needed? This was a revelation! I don’t remember the lady’s name who uttered these words that changed my life (a tiny bit), but I do remember her daughter’s name was Astrid. I volunteered that year to help out in the kindergarten gym class. And I’ll tell you what; it was well worth the two-hour weekly commitment just to hear the gym teacher call her Asteroid.
Anyway, I never made a list again which explains why I currently have four cartons of eggs in my refrigerator for just the two of us.
You see, one of the downsides of not making a list is buying too much of one thing. Peanuts, my brain, gets fixated on a certain food stuff and every time we go to the store, Peanuts reminds me that we need it. Currently Peanut is on an egg kick.
Peanuts is quite convincing, I must say. After much bandying about, a decision is finally made that it’s better to err on the side of too many eggs than not enough.
Awhile back, Peanuts was on a salt fixation. Suffice it to say, we now have enough salt to last until Armageddon.
But getting back to why the chicken crossed the road, have you noticed what’s going on with eggs lately?
It’s like the Ritz Carlton competing with The Four Seasons. Egg brands are making bigger and better claims about how wonderfully their hens are being treated as they go about the business of laying those eggs.
Case in point:
Emma’s Comfort Coup is the less expensive brand. “Our hens live in more spacious accommodations” is their motto. They’re not actually letting the hens out of their cages, sure, but they are giving them a king-sized nest with a roomy sitting area, their own bathroom, no doubt, and breathtaking vista of the other coups, plus room service for every meal, I’ll bet. So these hens are doing alright. Oh, and they have an official looking seal that says they are American Humane Certified –which actually means a lot to me considering I don’t actually know what it means.
Ok, but Emma’s little Comfort Coop operation is the slums compared to these guys:
In the world of chickens, these are the lucky ducks!
Cages? Forget about it. These hens don’t need no stinkin’ cages because the whole world is their stinkin’ cage. Sure these eggs are going to cost you a little more but that’s because Egg Lands Best Luxury Hotel and Spa offers their chicken clientele the run of the entire poultry estate. And what an estate it is. Swimming pools! Movie stars! They are running free in the sunshine; a gentle breeze blowing softly through their fine feathered faces! Here there are no worries. The chickens that live and lay here have obviously done something right in a previous life.
Plus, these hens of the upper echelons are vegetarian fed. No grinding up of things that aren’t vegetables for them. No siree! They’ll get some form of vegetables or they’ll get nothing at all.
All that is required of these birds is that they lay and lay around!
So why did the chicken cross the road? Why to get to the better accommodations of course!
Until next time . . . I love you