After all this time, I'm thinking I'm better raising animals than plants. My mom was a master gardener and contrary to my sisters' beliefs, I'm really lousy at growing things. My ability to grown plants stems from rushing down to the nursery and replacing stuff that doesn't grow. Yeah, call me lazy or unproductive. It happens.
Animals, though, I seem to be better suited for. Ever since I could remember, I've had a natural affinity for them. Cats have followed me home from the street and even camped out waiting for me to claim them (I lived in a no-animal apartment). Dogs will try to leave their owners to come with me. I have a strong sense of what an animal wants and needs. The only animals I was really afraid of was birds while I was growing up, but as you can see, I'm not afraid of them at all now.
I loved to fish as a kid. My sisters hated fishing. It makes sense that eventually I would join my husband on the hunt.
Yesterday, I decided to make a quiche and use some goose eggs in it. I hadn't tried the goose eggs because they're so big and I didn't know what they tasted like. Silly me. They're really good.
Here's the recipe -- and yes, you can use chicken eggs in it too.
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