Duck!
In an effort to try new things to eat (okay, because my usual product had sold out and I had to go with an alternative) I tried duck eggs this weekend.
Fan-tastic. Not only are they beautiful, a beautiful white - but they are bigger than hen’s eggs!
The only drawback is the picture of the duck on the front of the box. Okay, so they are free range and okay so they are lovely, but an adorable looking duck might as well have a speech balloon saying ‘enjoy eating my children’.
Which, you know, I did.
Fan-tastic. Not only are they beautiful, a beautiful white - but they are bigger than hen’s eggs!
The only drawback is the picture of the duck on the front of the box. Okay, so they are free range and okay so they are lovely, but an adorable looking duck might as well have a speech balloon saying ‘enjoy eating my children’.
Which, you know, I did.
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So in an attempt to re-post the last comment which apparently didn't post, I will recount the story that I've probably told before anyway.
I assume that Daffy doesn't mind you eating his potential children. However, this is coming from the girl who stood up in her chair in the movie theater at the age of 3 and yelled "POW POW" when Bambi's dad came onto the screen. Apparently my mother's "friends" didn't think this was appropriate and were horrified. I have four words for them: Survival of the Fittest. Only the strong can recognize a good buck (or duck) when they see it even in cartoon form.
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