“Crap. Am I going to be able to eat my favourite coconut rice at the restaurant? It’s made with coconut milk.”

Eric stares at me.

“Honey, that’s the juice from the inside of a nut. It’s not milk.”

“Oh. Right. Duh.”

But this* is the best (worst?).

“What are you going to eat at your birthday brunch? You can’t even have eggs right now.”

“Um, eggs come from chickens, Mom.”

(*With apologies to my mother…this was too good to pass up! Love you!)

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1. Not just chicken n’ ribs
2. Why peacocks and chicken don’t mix
3. The icing on the cake — literally
4. Birthday bits
5. Eggs