Theme of the Week: POULTRY IN MOTION
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ltmurnauBeen a definite chicken-theme this week.
Monday's Achewood was all about old-style chicken dinners.
Tuesday's Word of the Day in the little "forgotten English" desk calendar my Mom gave me for Christmas was pulletier: The keeper of the sacred chickens observed for purposes of augury; adopted from Old French pouletier, poultry-keeper.
Wednesday I read about a lady in Halifax who's allowed to keep her chickens - "Captain Crochet", "Bernadette" and "Chicken" - in her backyard for a little while longer: http://www.cbc.ca/canada/nova-scotia/story/2008/01/29/chickens-reprieve.html
Thursday I had curry chicken fried rice for supper, before we went to see No Country for Old Men, a good movie that unfortunately did not involve chickens in the plot in a major way (though Tommy Lee Jones is seen eating fried eggs for breakfast, and Javier Bardem kills a farmer for his truck, after asking him to take the chicken crates off it he is seen in a car wash hosing chicken feathers out of the truck).
And Friday, today, the word of the day is "Friar's chicken": chicken broth with eggs dropped in it or eggs beaten and mixed in it. Also, today is the feast day of Saint Brigid, the patron saint of poulterers.
Finally, I learned that the institution of the chicken joke is over a century old: here is one of the first, from a book published in 1895:
Q: Who in literature killed the most chickens?
A: Shakespeare's Macbeth, because he did murder most foul.
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAH....!
- and now it's lunch, and I'm off to find me some hot dirty-bird...[edit: thanks to -pig- Restaurant on View Street for supplying me with a sloppy, warm, pickle-laden smoked chicken sandwich. Delicious.]
Monday's Achewood was all about old-style chicken dinners.
Tuesday's Word of the Day in the little "forgotten English" desk calendar my Mom gave me for Christmas was pulletier: The keeper of the sacred chickens observed for purposes of augury; adopted from Old French pouletier, poultry-keeper.
Wednesday I read about a lady in Halifax who's allowed to keep her chickens - "Captain Crochet", "Bernadette" and "Chicken" - in her backyard for a little while longer: http://www.cbc.ca/canada/nova-scotia/story/2008/01/29/chickens-reprieve.html
Thursday I had curry chicken fried rice for supper, before we went to see No Country for Old Men, a good movie that unfortunately did not involve chickens in the plot in a major way (though Tommy Lee Jones is seen eating fried eggs for breakfast, and Javier Bardem kills a farmer for his truck, after asking him to take the chicken crates off it he is seen in a car wash hosing chicken feathers out of the truck).
And Friday, today, the word of the day is "Friar's chicken": chicken broth with eggs dropped in it or eggs beaten and mixed in it. Also, today is the feast day of Saint Brigid, the patron saint of poulterers.
Finally, I learned that the institution of the chicken joke is over a century old: here is one of the first, from a book published in 1895:
Q: Who in literature killed the most chickens?
A: Shakespeare's Macbeth, because he did murder most foul.
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAH....!
- and now it's lunch, and I'm off to find me some hot dirty-bird...[edit: thanks to -pig- Restaurant on View Street for supplying me with a sloppy, warm, pickle-laden smoked chicken sandwich. Delicious.]
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Date: 2008-02-02 07:51 pm (UTC)