Scrambled Chickens

Mk, so I had a very interesting revolation yesterday morning during a lovely breakfast with my dad. I enquired as to how they-- I always find the use of the word they to symbolize an unknown group interesting as well-- came up with the idea/the product of scrambled eggs. I like eggs. I do prefer mine scrambled. I eat them with salt, cheese, and hot sauce. Yay eggs. Okay, so how did we get scrambled eggs.

My theory:

There were two farmers standing outside the chicken coop and one farmer said I wonder what would happen if we shook a chicken. Would that scramble the eggs? The other farmer laughed and said no. Farmer one picked up a chicken and shook it anyway. When the chicken laid eggs farmer two had been correct, the eggs were not scrambled so farmer one tried a new way and he just scrambled the eggs' insides. Hence, scrambled eggs.

Disclaimer: as a result of reading this please do not go shake chickens. It is not fun for you or the chicken and any injury that might come from chicken shaking I am not responsible for.

So scrambled eggs, mmm. I had toast this morning with homemade (by my grandma) strawberry jelly. When I get my own place I will make jellys. I like to cook. One of the first things I did when I got home was make brownies, from scratch mind you. That is melting chocolate/shorting, mixing in everything else and baking. And I made dinner. So good.

Have a great week.

Pictures: What are they saying?

Number One: "Ah, home at last."

Number Two: "Hi, I'm Gretchen!"

Number Three: "I'm too good to look at you."

Number Four: "Help!" (which she was actually screaming after I tied her to a deck chair using her own sweatshirt sleeves. Yay sisters!