Now we will return to our regularly scheduled 6 Degrees of Casey Serin to Cap'n Crunch game.
Burger King announced a cage-free policy in March that would be phased in gradually, with the eggs accounting for 5 percent of its total by the end of the year. But even that modest goal may be difficult to fulfill, said Steve Grover, a company vice president.
“We knew there would be a supply crunch,” Mr. Grover said. “We’re going to be able to make our commitment this year, but we’re going to have to watch that very carefully as we go forward.”
“We knew there would be a supply crunch,” Mr. Grover said. “We’re going to be able to make our commitment this year, but we’re going to have to watch that very carefully as we go forward.”
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Discovered yet another NYT gold culinary nugget I missed: Be Yourselves, Girls, Order the Rib-Eye. Did Murdoch buy the NYT too and I missed it?
I also like beer and do not participate in mammalian eating practice yet noted this second to last paragraph in the article:
What about when the tables, so to speak, are reversed? Can a man order a juicy New York strip on the first date and make a good impression? Gentlemen, be careful. Real men, it seems, must eat kale.
Ray and Connie Marble, you have been convicted of ASSHOLISM!
Currently watching Fallen while attending to a number of other BS tasks I'm not terribly interested in attending to.
Love the song in the end.
I feel bad for the caged assembly line chickens, but I still eat eggs. What does that say about me? I would pay extra for free range eggs, I just don't know where to get them. Does Braum's use caged chickens? That's where I get mine now. I should go Google "Braum's chickens" right now and see what I can find out.
@edgar,
I'm not sure what Braum's is.
Personally, I don't eat eggs yet I'm not particularly religious about it. If they happen to be in something else, I'll still eat it, but scrambled tofu is much tastier than scrambled eggs.
I will confess to eating fish eggs, however.
I saw a poult farm on television once. It made me sick. those chickens never see the light of day. Between the bird flu scare, and corporate greed, the animal population lives in horrendous conditions. So sad, what a terrible life for them.
I own a share in an egg-producing farm in the Philippines. I think. But I'd much rather have a rice paddy in China. More picturesque.
Akubi, are you thinking about pizza again?
My parents owned & operated a large turkey farm, though not for eggs.
No cages, all the animals stayed in the sheds at night, with runs open to them during the day. (Foxes at night).
One serious problem with this kind of operation was the panic factor.
The sheds were about 150 feet long.
Some asshole would drive int the farm, lay on the horn and all the poults in the shed would hit the end at the same time. It's very easy to lose a thousand dollars per incident.
Instant application of a very large German Shepherd & a 10 guage shotgun (10, not 12) made them the proud owner of dozens of dead poults. If they had read the big sign at the front gate, however...
I may have posted this on EN, & Akubi might have a no-joke policy, but:
My uncle was in the fertilized egg business when I was young. He had several hundred young layers, called pullets, and 8 or 10 roosters whose job was to fertilize the eggs.
My uncle kept records and any rooster or pullet that didn't perform well went into the pot and was replaced. Now this took an awful lot of time. So when my uncle saw a set of eight tiny bells that each rang a different tone he promptly bought them.
He glued a piece of foam rubber to each clapper shaft so the bell wouldn't ring except when violently shaken. He hung a bell on each rooster's neck and went and mixed a Mint Julep.
Now he could sit on the porch and sip while filling out an efficiency report on the roosters by listening to the different tones of the bells and marking down each encounter.
My uncle's favorite rooster was old Brewster. A very fine specimen he was and his bell did not ring all morning. Uncle went to investigate. Several roosters were chasing pullets, bells a-ringing. Brewster had his bell in his beak so it couldn't ring. He'd sneak up on a pullet, do his job and walk on to the next one.
Uncle was so proud of Brewster he entered him in the county fair. Brewster was an overnight sensation. They not only awarded him the No Bell Piece prize but also the Pullet Surprise.
If I happned to be fond of Eggs I’d raise my own Chickens like they did in the past. Thankfully, all I have to deal with is a compost pile.
Everything I needed to learn in life I learned from
A. A centipede.
B. A compost pile.
C. Breakfast cereal.
L’Eggo my Eggo.
BTW wagga jokes and porn are all good. It’s a great social lubricant :) for those with divergent opinions. Speaking of porn check out this hot babe in fishnets. Yowza!
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