Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Déjà vu...

It's snowing.

It's still dark outside.

I just ate a hard-boiled blue Ameraucana egg.

All I need now is a dachshund or four and I'll feel like I'm back at Castle Frostbite in New Hamster...
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Joanna said...

A hard-boiled what what?

I feel your pain; this past weekend I reset the clocks, changed the batteries in various hazard detectors... and put away the electric blanket. That last has proven to be a somewhat hasty decision.

8:36 AM, March 13, 2013
Stuart the Viking said...

We had those chickens on the small farm that I grew up on. City folk that came to the farm would freak out about the blue eggs. One such lady refused to eat them, but then she refused to eat the brown eggs also (we had some of those too). To me, they were just normal.

Now that I live in the city, the store bought eggs just don't appeal to me. The "yellow part" of the eggs are such a pale yellow. I grew up with eggs that had dark, rich yolks bordering on orange. THAT is what a real egg is supposed to look like.

s

9:12 AM, March 13, 2013
Anonymous said...

Thanks to the time change, I walked to the barn in the dark and was greeted by a strong wind and snow.

It won't last but I did feel going all Obermann on the weather.

How dare you sir!

Gerry

9:20 AM, March 13, 2013
Paul said...

Like the Indian said,

Only the governent would think if you cut a foot off the end of a blanket and sewed it to the other end you would have a longer blanket.

9:36 AM, March 13, 2013
Tam said...

Paul,

...and only a fool would leave a foot of blanket hanging off the end of the bed where it wasn't doing anybody any good. ;)

9:44 AM, March 13, 2013
Stuart the Viking said...

HEY! I need that extra foot of blanket. My feet move around when I sleep and without that extra blankie, my toesies get cold!

Oh wait...

s

10:38 AM, March 13, 2013
Scott J said...

Tam, it does early rising freaks some good.

Thankfully morning people seem to be the minority so we get DST in the Summer to have useful daylight after work.

10:43 AM, March 13, 2013
Gewehr98 said...

A little bird told me that there's a box of sunshine waiting for you on the front porch... ;-)

11:10 AM, March 13, 2013
Bubblehead Les. said...

They can move the hours all they want to. It's STILL March, Damn it!

Now if they could only make it so that we "Sprung Ahead" to JUNE.....

11:30 AM, March 13, 2013
JohninMd.(HELP!) said...

And what kind of chickens DO they grow at Castle Frostbite? Sing! (to the tune of 'Copa Cabana') "Well, it's the Tamster, up in New Hamster, trying to a-void disaster...) I know, don't quit retirement.... :-D

1:09 PM, March 13, 2013
J.R.Shirley said...

Ich. Boiled eggs.

But I'd love to curl up again with a Dachshund or three...

7:01 PM, March 13, 2013
On a Wing and a Whim said...

I never was a good enough pastry-baker to understand why they so preferred the freshest eggs from yard birds for pastry-making, but I got the dark-colored yolk and the yummy part just fine.

Sounds like a lovely breakfast! Did a couple cats try to compete with the absent dachshunds for your food?

10:00 PM, March 13, 2013
Joanna said...

Wing: The consistency of an egg breaks down slightly over time, so a fresh egg instead of a week-old store-bought egg could make a difference in a delicate recipe.

11:50 PM, March 13, 2013

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