Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
So many Americans are totally removed from their food source. Grandson helped me pick out the turkey at the supermarket, but I am sure he really didn't know what it was.
The chicken's name is June. She is not on the plate. That's an unknown, unnamed turkey. We never eat OUR chickens. But I guess I could post this picture in the hen house to put fear in them so they will keep producing eggs.
When Michael, our grandson, picks up the camera you never know what he'll end up with.
My uncle used to live on a small farm and they raised turkeys. We went there for Thanksgiving one year, and he was telling my parents how they'd had to stop naming the turkeys because my cousins were getting attached to them. Mid-bite, he looked at me and said, "That was #101!"
I couldn't eat any more turkey after that! Until next Thanksgiving, anyway.
I prefer the after. C an I have a slice?
ReplyDeleteOh good God! I'm a vegetarian, but this cracked me up!
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeleteSo many Americans are totally removed from their food source. Grandson helped me pick out the turkey at the supermarket, but I am sure he really didn't know what it was.
ReplyDeleteCute! I like the after as well. Yummy!
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday.
Renie
Did that chicken have a name? I hate it when people name there farm animals and then eat them!
ReplyDeleteWicked sense of humor, that one! E and I had a good LOL. It's true tha people have come to be so far removed from their food sources though...
ReplyDeleteOh, no! I love it!! ;)
ReplyDeleteI don't think Rooster Cogburn will appreciate the pics at all. (lol)
ReplyDeleteThe chicken's name is June. She is not on the plate. That's an unknown, unnamed turkey. We never eat OUR chickens. But I guess I could post this picture in the hen house to put fear in them so they will keep producing eggs.
ReplyDeleteWhen Michael, our grandson, picks up the camera you never know what he'll end up with.
My uncle used to live on a small farm and they raised turkeys. We went there for Thanksgiving one year, and he was telling my parents how they'd had to stop naming the turkeys because my cousins were getting attached to them. Mid-bite, he looked at me and said, "That was #101!"
ReplyDeleteI couldn't eat any more turkey after that! Until next Thanksgiving, anyway.
Haha!! Cute!! I'll have a sandwich please!
ReplyDeleteAnnie, thanks for the info on the White Animals. It never occurred to me to check on them , and it is very interesting.
ReplyDeleteHa, ha.
ReplyDeleteYUMMY!!!!!