eggspressions and eggshortations

~ jama

 

           
    “The egg is to cuisine what the article is to speech.”
                                                        ~ Anonymous

Well, it’s official.

I’ve turned into a chicken.

Every night, I hit the hay, and in the morning, I get up before the crack of dawn and crow.

I spend most of my time pecking away at a keyboard, bobbing my head to and fro, occasionally clucking. Mostly I don’t make a peep.

Everywhere I look, I see fowl language:

good egg
bad egg
rotten egg
egg on
let’s get cracking
don’t put all your eggs in one basket
egghead
egg nog
egg on your face
lay an egg
goose egg
golden egg
nest egg
walk on egg shells
egg in your beer
go suck an egg

rule the roost
poppycock
fussing like an old hen
dumb cluck
hen party
feather your own nest
put up a squawk
hatch an idea
chicken out
pecking order
hen pecked
cock ‘o the walk
crack up
mother hen
brooding
madder than a wet hen
chicken scratch
rufffle your feathers
stick your neck out
cock sure
nobody here but us chickens
in a stew
chicken in every pot
cock-eyed
cock and bull story
empty nest syndrome
bird brain
play chicken
tough old bird . . . 

and I’ve even learned some new ones:

a duck’s egg — no score in cricket

as sure as eggs is eggs — thought to be a corruption of a mathematical formula

curate’s egg — good in parts

I have eggs on the spit — I am too busy to do anything else

to crush in the egg — to stop something before it has started

show him an egg and the air is full of feathers — a variation on counting one’s chickens before they are hatched

the mundane egg — some early civilizations believed the world was egg shaped and a bird was often depicted having ‘the mundane egg,’ the fledgling world, on a primordial sea

there is reason for roasting egg — there is always a reason why something is done in a certain way

like as two eggs — identical

to take eggs for money — to be imposed upon

egg-trot –a cautious trotting pace, like that of a person carrying eggs to market

a hen on a hot griddle — Scottish equivalent of a cat on a hot tin roof, a restless person

          
              Uh-oh. I just remembered something.

It’s April 1st. Egg-chicken month is over. Gizzards! The yolk’s on me. I am such a fool.

Never mind . . .

~ In Gainesville, Georgia, the chicken capital of the world, it is illegal to eat chicken with a fork!

~ One punishment for an adulterous wife in medieval France was to make her chase a chicken through town naked. The source doesn’t say whether it was the chicken or the wife who was naked.

~ The closest living relative of the T-Rex is the chicken.

        
               So did he cross the road or what?

 

12 thoughts on “eggspressions and eggshortations”

  4. what an impressive list!
    i’m eggstatic for scrambled eggs every morning. can’t go without ’em.
    jules, 7-Imp

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  7. Your picture at the top reminds me of that dastardly egg game from the beginning of the month that drove me absolutely batty!!
    Your fowl language list has left me eggshausted.
    Happily, I now have a lovely picture of you pecking away at a keyboard, bobbing your head to and fro, occasionally clucking 🙂

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  11. Egg month has left me egghausted as well. Thank god it’s over! That egg game was definitely frustrating. I almost forgot about it until you reminded me.

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