I may not have mentioned this, but I love my family. I treasure my wife and children. I'd better, because we can afford precious little in outside entertainment.
So we make our own.
Yesterday I was reflecting upon the growing piles of fresh eggs that our grass-fed chickens are providing to us. For your information, our refrigerator is filling fast with these little brown-shelled beauties, and here's the significant point. It takes at least two dozen scrambled to fill up our kids, usually more. That's for one meal.
So, putting together the need for post-church entertainment, a group of wacky and overly courageous kids, and way too many eggs, I came upon a plan. I won't call it half-baked, more like a raw plan.
I mentioned to our oldest, the lovely and ever-surprising JJ that I'd once watched my father drink a raw egg. Sandy (always quick on the uptake) backed me up without hesitation, estolling the virtues of the high protein in a raw egg, and added that boxers are well-known to drink these to gain nutrition when in training. I then mentioned in passing that I'd done it too, that it was possible if a bit odd feeling, and that I was sure that she didn't possess the stamina to do it herself.
She knew exactly what I was doing. It was the same approach that I'd used a summer or two ago holding a live grasshopper and daring her. Yet she was either provoked, anxious to prove her courage, or simply bored. She assured me that she could do it.
So in all it's glory, here's a window into what passes for entertainment in our house. Please be assured that the eggs are clean and fresh. That particular egg had come into the house not one hour earlier, had it's shell carefully washed, and would be more free from salmonella due to the nearly free range nature of the chicken tractors than any store-bought product. We may be starving for entertainment in our house but we're not stupid or careless parents, after all.
I might mention that Jess is usually the leader in our group of kids. It's spring vacation this week and we have a ton of eggs in the refrigerator. No telling how many will go the route that this one went yesterday as the week progresses...
