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Pizza and flying chickens

Filed under: Uncategorized — English Mum @ 6:11 pm

Hurdy flurdy gurdy boooom!

Well, not a great deal going on at English Towers at the moment. Poor C is still in hospital so we have a couple of extra little critters around every day, much to our delight. Bertie thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as he gets to come and pick Lou and Little C up from school. He gets so delirious about all the little girls squeaking and cooing over him and ruffling his ears that he goes all shaky and his back curls into a weird little arch, whilst simultaneously beating them all half to death with his tail. He gets to trot home with all the children round him (he’s perfect height to get a little ear scratch as he’s walking along) and gets to pick up all the dropped biscuits (many not on purpose, I fear) when we get home. He then spends the whole evening hovering around the sofa until Lou sits down so he can leap up and sit on her lap, squishing the poor girl nearly flat, whilst gazing lovingly (if a little spookily) up into her face. He likes a young lady, does our Bert.

Yesterday we all made an unholy mess in the kitchen making our own pizzas (Ainsley’s recipe is very good). There were lots of impressions of the Swedish Chef on The Muppets (remember him?) and copious amounts of dough twirling and splattering of tomato sauce. Still, all efforts were edible and although I’m not the best cleaner-upper in the world, I managed to find the kitchen afterwards underneath all the flour and bits of cheese.

Later, when D came to pick up the kids, I told him and Hubby about the Eglu (you can get pink ones!) and we had the inevitable chicken debate, when two blokes gang up on the girly and smile indulgently about her silliness:

Hubby: ‘It won’t work, you’d never be able to kill them.’
Me (hesitantly): ‘Er… of course I will’
Hubby: ‘What, ring their necks?’
Me: ‘Er… maybe not, but I only want them for eggs’ (excellent diversionary tactic, I thought)
Hubby: ‘And what about when they stop laying?’
Me: ‘Then they can live here in happy retirement until they die’
Hubby and D: (raising eyes to heaven): ‘tsk’
Hubby: ‘Jaysus, we’ll be a sodding retirement home for knackered chickens’
D: ‘Anyway, this is Cavan. They’ll blow down the garden like our trampoline did and when it’s windy I’ll be able to watch chickens flying past my window’
Me (booting D in the shins): ‘I’ll fix it down with tent pegs’
Hubby and D: (more indulgent laughter and copious eyebrow raising)

I mean, I don’t see the big deal, it’s not as though he’ll have to do anything, apart from eat lovely fresh eggs every day and lose a teeny tiny widgy corner of his garden (less mowing). Anyhoo, when they’d finished laughing at me and snorting about nailing chickens down in the garden, Hubby promised (smirking) to think about it. I think my chances are slim to er… none.

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I hope you get to have them…My father in law is reading his book on hen keeping as we type and plans to take delivery by summertime.I won’t see the eggs..too far, but am salivating at the thought of the chicken dinners.

Comment by Isitjustme? — January 11, 2008 @ 7:33 pm
Keep at them! That pink Eglu shall be yours! (I’ve come over all Mystic Meg for some reason - must be that bottle of red wine…)

And yes - I remember the Swedish Chef (showing my age…) We even sing the song sometimes - or what we think was the song - I’m sure we’ve made it up

Comment by Wee Jen — January 11, 2008 @ 9:35 pm
Has he actually SEEN the pink one!! Does the man not understand that this is MEANT to be, and that you MUST have it. Tell him you have international support for this initiative, it’ll look beeeutiful in your garden, educational for your boys, will add new romance to your marriage, whatever it takes EM!!

Comment by Sandra in Maryland — January 11, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
Oh my god I have just spied the pink Eglu and fallen in love - do you think it is too big to keep hamsters in?

I learnt all my kitchen skills from the Swedish Chef and mathematics from The Count….! Need I say more? x

Comment by Tummy Mummy — January 12, 2008 @ 1:06 am
Isit: It’s the whole slaughter/plucking/drawing thing that gets me though. Do you think you can get someone to come to your house and do it?! xx

Comment by englishmuminireland — January 12, 2008 @ 1:55 pm
Wee One: I’ll keep at it, you never know. Oh and remember the Swedish Chef blowing up rubber chickens? (Hurdy gurdy flurdy boooom!)

Comment by englishmuminireland — January 12, 2008 @ 2:09 pm
Sandra: I like your style. Sexual favours in return for an Eglu might be taking it too far though :0)

Comment by englishmuminireland — January 12, 2008 @ 2:12 pm
Tums: Isn’t it gorgeous? Not sure about hamsters but they deffo do a rabbit one. I’ve tasted your wondrous cooking - are you sure you do it with shotguns and rubber chickens??!! x

Comment by englishmuminireland — January 12, 2008 @ 2:14 pm
Not sure about that EM…its likely though.A local butcher would definitely do it for you..you’d have to take chickie for a last drive though…cue funeral music

Comment by Isitjustme? — January 12, 2008 @ 6:19 pm
Isit: Ohhh dear. And what would I play? ‘You Leave me Breathless’ by Shane Ward? ‘Hang ‘em High’ by My Chemical Romance? Ooh, or ‘(Forever) Live & Die’ by OMD? Sorry, I’ll stop now.

Comment by englishmuminireland — January 12, 2008 @ 7:36 pm
My slovakian father-in-law will do the slaughtering for you, he does two pigs every christmas, even names them both after politicians to make it easier !

Comment by Moon — January 12, 2008 @ 8:31 pm
Moon: Done. we’ll have to ship him and his…er…equipment over! Hubby asked what you do when you go on holiday and I said I thought you just ate them then bought some more when you got home. I’d have to call them Sage and Onion or Tikka and Masala he he.

Comment by englishmuminireland — January 13, 2008 @ 3:06 pm