re: #424 Catttt

In my hometown, when my daddy was growing up there, pretty much everyone in the town kept chickens, and some had cows also, just for the family’s use. However, I had an aunt and uncle with a ranch. We’d always have fresh chicken and awesome veggies and chocolate cake I’d kill for when we visited Uncle Bill and Aunt Fannie. Ahhh, memories.

For us, it was Aunt Annie, actually my grandmother’s baby sister. Funny, huh? Maybe there’s a natural law …