.... from the, erm, chicken's bottom??? Doesn't really have the same ring to it, does it?
This is a bacon flan I made the other night, using fresh eggs from next door's chickens.
They were given to us as a thank you. Let me tell you a stooooooory....
I was cleaning out the guinea pigs, and I put them in their run on the patio, so Jemma went round the far side of the house, to get some long grass and dandelion leaves for them to munch on, from the "wild bit". Then she comes running back in the house saying "Mum, we have chickens down the side of our house". I'm like "really??" and off I go to see that indeed we had 2 beautiful brown hens pecking and scratching in the "wild bit" up the side of the house. Now, our elderly neighbour Rosie has a couple of chickens, so I went to the house to ask if hers had escaped.
The old couple across the street came out and said "Oh, Rosie is away for a couple of months". Great. So I checked the garden, and saw the chicken run, and saw it was empty. So I asked if the neighbours had a contact number for someone in Rosie's family. Within 5 minutes, a couple of her grandkids came along the street, and indeed they were Rosie's chickens. By this time, the hens had made it into our back garden, and Mark was pacifying them with Guinea Pig muesli! In fact the chickens were quite friendly, and had no problems with being picked up. So as a thank you, they gave us the 2 eggs the hens had laid that day. And I made them into tea. And they were delicious. I am secretly hoping that the chickens make another escape bid...