These are a few of my favorite things:
E is for Eggs
I like eggs. What can I say?
Poached, scrambled, hard-boiled. Yes, even fried. Dunker eggs please!
Don’t you think eggs are so versatile and full of protein too? And, although I know I’m not necessarily one to talk about eating healthy, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with eating eggs. Just don’t overdo it. Besides they come out with a study that eggs aren’t healthy and then they come out with another that they’re okay.
I think I know why I came up with Eggs for my E word.
I really want chickens. My husband doesn’t. I would win this battle, except his argument is a valid one. Between the dogs, who are really gentle, but wouldn’t understand that chickens aren’t to play with, and all of the wild critters that hang around in our woods, I know that it would be tough keeping a little flock of chickens safe. We used to have ducks and raccoons were a big problem. We tried many, and I mean many, ways to keep raccoons out and the raccoons always found a way in. And it’s not pretty…
We have a little house that was originally built as a duck house, then was used as a doghouse (and still is, when they feel like taking a nap there). The dogs could give it up. They don’t necessarily need a doghouse, although I like that they have someplace to go when they’re outside and no one’s home, if the weather turns bad. Plus, Jim seems to want to put the garden, that I told him I want to put in, right in what would be the fenced in chicken yard. Darn!
And how did this post about eggs turn into a post about chickens?
Chickens = Eggs. Nice fresh eggs. Everyday.
There’s still time to work on talking him into it. ☺