If cats and dogs laid eggs would you eat them?

[JuanHamm]

I don't think I could eat my cat's eggs. It would feel too much like I was eating her children.

[Ello Sailor]

How the fuck is this not a Tree thread?

[epilogue]

If tree laid eggs would you eat them?

[Ello Sailor]

[Bammer]

How the fuck is this not a Tree thread?

My thoughts exactly

[The Argonaut]

I can confidently say: no

[dad]

If tree laid eggs would you eat them?

If a tree laid eggs in the forest, and no one was around, did it happen?

[Anders]

Probably.

[BurtReynolds]

no

[JuanHamm]

How the fuck is this not a Tree thread?

My thoughts exactly

I thought the same thing.

[The Argonaut]

eh, you guys would've loved it if Jorge had posted it in the Ask RM thread

I think it's a good question

[Ello Sailor]

eh, you guys would've loved it if Jorge had posted it in the Ask RM thread

I think it's a good question

Implying I don't love Tree threads.

[JuanHamm]

Yeah that's pretty insulting to tree, Argo

[knee tunes]

yes we would.

& we would also enjoy dog parmesan and cat breast

[The Argonaut]

yes we would.

& we would also enjoy dog parmesan and cat breast

You can't have eggs and dairy from the same animal, kt. You could make dog parmesan right now. From dog's milk.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[The Argonaut]

It's interesting that we tend to eat the "breast" of animals that don't really have "breasts". Turkey breast, chicken breast. But you don't eat cow breast, or pig breast. That'd be their udders.

[spike]

Spoken like a true vegan.

[knee tunes]

yes we would.

& we would also enjoy dog parmesan and cat breast

You can't have eggs and dairy from the same animal, kt. You could make dog parmesan right now. From dog's milk.

Can we eat dolphin or rat eggs ,?
(for breakfast I mean)

[tree_]

I read that mostly only fowl eggs are appropriate for humans to eat.. which is odd, because I was always told to throw them away when they smell bad