So where’s MY MENU???
Well, mama has gone completely around the bend. Our kind neighbor who moved away still has his garden and his chickens living there, and he comes over to feed them and tend the garden and he told mama that she could throw things over our fence for them to eat.
“They eat salad, leftovers, anything but bread,” he said. And mama has been throwing odds and ends tidbits to them for a couple of weeks now. And, as I mentioned in another blog, those chickies are CUTE and mama seems to be more and more involved with their cutetude. Instead of MINE…
She has even written them a MENU for what they were served today:
Entrée
Taco chips chapelures—crocantes, natures (crushed, crisp, unflavored)
Plat du jour
Spaghettis avec petites palourdes et coques) garnis de coriandre (leftover spaghetti with clams and cilantro)
Dessert
Peau de kiwi, haché (the skins of mama’s and papa’s lunch kiwi, the thin-skinned kind, the skins of which are edible, chopped up with scissors–lordy, lordy, she’s cutting up the FOOD for grown-up chickens!)
Now, I ask you, has she EVER given me a menu for my day’s repas?
NO WAY, JOSE.
Mama, I want a menu for every day from now on, you hear?
(Shouldn’t be difficult – I eat the same things every day, haha, and we have a copy machine.)
At least she gave me the good china…but my water bowl could have matched! What a resto!! (restaurant in French slang)
As long as she doesn’t give those chickens your food, Loulou. Let them eat leftovers.
I think she’s in there thinking up another gourmet menu–this time it has over the hill grapes on it so I’m not worried, haha.
LouLou we like our regular meal too. The heck with those chickies
Yes, mama had better not throw her kiwi skins to ME!!!
Whew – glad those chickies don’t like cherry tomatoes, teehee!!! My mouth is watering already……………..
THEY LOVE CHERRY TOMATOES! Fortunately, mama has enough for all. And—-she corrected the French in MY blog. I’m going to have to get a new translator, haha.
Your mama feeds everyone. You just have to share her, her culinary skills, and her menus. But at least you don’t have to share her at the end of the day. You live there.
I do? Oh, yes, of course I live here, haha, I forgot.
Always good to be on agreeable terms with the neighbors !
Yes, and the eggs are really good, mama says. I’m not an egg kitty but mama wishes I were.
Well, at least your momma hasn’t adopted those chickens and brought them over into your yard, ’cause if she did you’d have to take some drastic measures. Chicken dinner would look nicely served on a blue-and-white dish. Tee hee hee.
Now I know you’re even baaaader than I thought!
I’m sure the abandoned chickens appreciate the service!
And thank you so much for the information about ducks as we had no idea about bread and you’re absolutely right. It can cause problems with their wings when they’re little babies so thank you again for being so wise.