There were a lot of people selling delicious looking baked goods, quite a few stands selling plants and flowers and several vendors selling meats from locally grown animals. These meats are free of growth hormones and antibiotics.
I decided to buy a dozen brown eggs and a whole, free range chicken to roast with some root vegetables for dinner this week.
As I was wandering around my phone rang. It was Ali who was getting ready to take the kidling to a soccer game. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her about my purchases. "I got a free range, whole chicken and some eggs," I told her. There was kind of a pause before she replied, "OK," and we hung up.
About an hour later my phone rang.
"Honey, I have a question. . . "
"Yes," I replied.
"Where are we going to keep a live chicken?"
Apparently she had been pondering this for the last hour.
I thought I was going to pee my pants.
"Please don't laugh at me," she begged. "You said you were going to a farmer's market. . .I thought they sold live animals!!!"
In case you don't know, and apparently some people don't. . .here's the definition of a free range chicken - not necessarily one that's alive. . .
Free range is a method of farming husbandry where the animals are allowed to roam freely instead of being contained in any manner. The term is used in two senses that do not overlap completely: as a farmer-centric description of husbandry methods, and as a consumer-centric description of them. Farmers practice free range to achieve free-range or humane certification (and thus capture high prices), to reduce feed costs, to improve the happiness and liveliness of their animals, to produce a higher-quality product. – courtesy of wikipedia.com
Yet one more reason I love her. . . And rest assured, if you come to our house, there will be no live chickens living in the bathtub – or anywhere else!
1 comment:
I'm sure Oliver is disappointed... there will be no chicken to chase
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