It's that time of year again...crock pot time. One of my favorite things to do when the weather turns cool is to load up the crock pot with chili fixings and let it go. It's hours in the making, but worth every minute. Today's dish was potato soup. Tomorrow, chicken stew. Because when the rooster marks me as his next victim, it's time to toss his ass in a pot!
Crock pot Roy was as it again today. But he wasn't chasing my daughter around the yard with his sneak attack tactics. It was me! And I have the spur marks to prove it.
I was just walking around the yard, minding my own business when I heard a shuffling in the grass. Before I had time to look down, he'd gotten my foot. I waved him away and turned to bolt for the house and he made another pass, catching me in the calf.
I'm not afraid to admit I ran. For a moment there, I felt like I'd wandered into Jurassic Park as part of the lunch menu. Omnivores is one thing, but seriously, Roy! You don't bite the hand that feeds you!
Perhaps that's why he's pissed. I haven't pulled out the bread lately. Maybe if I pass out snacks tomorrow, I'll be back in his good graces. Or maybe I'll just fatten him up. Crock pot chicken stew sounds delicious.
Until the next time...I'll be chopping up veggies!