You know, sometimes life just gets chewy. Know what I mean? Life throws you tough nuggets that you have to work at like, oh, maybe yard rooster, instead of silky creme brulee that slips down your throat like a closed-eyed, moan-y dream.
Well guess what? I have every damn one of my teeth except for the four wisdom teeth that were removed. I can chew from here 'til the cows come home.
And you know what else? Even if life does hand you yard rooster, you can make creme brulee for dessert. Especially if you have yard hens.
Well. That's my theory and I'm sticking to it.