soup of the day: chicken dance!



Bawk-Ba-Gawk!

Eggs-tra, Eggs-tra, Feed All About It!

Curl your lips (or beaks, as the case may be), wiggle your wattles,  shake your tail feathers. It’s time to bawk and roll! WooHoo!


Rawkin’ album covers featuring author and illustrator.

About a week ago, I announced that Elvis Poultry was in the building. Today, his creators, author Tammi Sauer (Cowboy Camp), and illustrator Dan Santat (Guild of Geniuses, Secret Life of Walter Kitty), have got plenty to crow about, because CHICKEN DANCE (Sterling, 2009) has officially hatched!


Picture Book for ages 4-8, 36 pages.

True, this heeeelarious, rollicking barnyard romp of a story snuck into a few hen houses a little early. But now, it’s obvious that the world was mighty hungry for a good cluck with pluck, because the first print run has already sold out!

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march menu madness

 
So, I turned the page on my calendar and panicked.

It’s March! Egads, I need a new menu! 

Last month, I drowned everybody in chocolate. What could I possibly serve them now? 

Let’s see. Easter’s coming. I need to make a fresh start.  

Aha! Eggs! That’s it. Why don’t I do Egg Month?

      
        Somebody was a little skeptical.

I mean, can one really do eggs without doing chickens? No, the chickens would egg me. And the eggs would toss me out of the hen house. Better do both. 

I can start with eggs. Then do chickens. No, chickens, then eggs. I want to go first. No, me! Me first!

STOP ALL THAT SQUAWKING!

We do not have time, here at this establishment of serious haute cuisine, to squawk and squabble over pecking order. We’ll try our best not to ruffle any feathers during this mad month — is it winter? is it spring? is it hot? is it cold? chicken or the egg? 

Dilemmas, dilemmas.

If you’re feeling a little cooped up this month, I hope you’ll come here to roost. 

Right now, here’s something to crow about:

LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF CHICKENS
by Jack Prelutsky

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers,
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see . . . 
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

~ from Something BIG Has Been Here (Greenwillow, 1990)

Hey, don’t just sit there with egg on your face, go play the Egg Drop Game!

And don’t miss your chance to Ask the All-Knowing Egg. It’s amazing! It’s uncanny! It’s remarkable! Hurry on over!

Lots of cool facts at the Incredible Edible Egg website!

Hope to see you for the rest of Egg Chicken Month. Chicken Egg Month. Egg Egg Month. Chicken Chicken Month. Month Egg Chicken. Egg Month Chicken Egg Chicken. Poop Coop Month. Somebody, stop me . . .

             
   
 
“I’m frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I’ve never tasted it.”  ~ Alfred Hitchcock