Chicken nuggets will never be the same.

A conversation on the way to our Thanksgiving feast:

Doug:  Have you ever had duck?
Me:     No, but I was once deceived into eating pheasant. I was told they were chicken nuggets.
Doug:  Well you should try deep-fried duck. It’s the bomb.
Me:     Sorry.  I only eat things that live on farms.
Doug:  Ducks live on farms.
Me:     Yes, but chickens are raised to become nuggets.  It’s their destiny.
Doug:  So where do you think chickens come from?
Me:     Probably an egg that was laid on a farm.
Doug:  Ahhh…but where did the FIRST chicken come from?

Later that day, a quick search revealed that although no one knows the origin of the chicken for certain, it is believed they were first domesticated in India—for cockfighting.

Old McDonald had a…steroid-pumped, prize-winning gamecock?

And with that, the rationale behind my first literal chicken-and-egg argument flew the coop.

Roomies

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Full bellies, great conversation, rambunctious family fun, and lots to be thankful for this year.  At one point, we asked, where was Anna?

A search party was dispatched, and mystery solved…Clover the dog found herself a new roommate.

When size is the only thing that matters

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Funny how Facebook is a waste of time…until he catches a 15 ½ pound, 31-inch salmon.

“You need to throw this up on Facebook for me,” was his adamant suggestion.

“Is it a king salmon?” I asked.

His response: “No, I’M the king.”

Where does size matter in any sport besides fishing? Back in the days I used to catch softballs, I don’t remember running around bragging about how big they were.  Then again, maybe that’s just a bad analogy.