but amy, you're not a rooster

Even though this is our first introduction, you probably could have guessed that I'm not a rooster - I mean, roosters probably can't type right? Right. What I am is a mid-20s girl obsessed with food television, food magazines, and slowly learning her way around the kitchen. Which is step 2 on my 32 step plan to become a stay at home mom, but I'll get into all that later.

So why a rooster? Because of this silly apron:

Mama bear gave me this apron when I got my first apartment in college. She's never been much of an apron-wearing lady, but it was hers for years & her mom's before that. The top reads "Ruler of the Roost"  & the text under the chickens says "The rooster may crow but the hen delivers the goods"

The 1st time my lovely almost-husband saw me wearing it, he thought it said "Rooster of the Roost" (which seems somewhat redundant) and kept calling me that. He completely missed the fact that 1 - roosters are boys, and 2 - the message of the apron is about hens (Who knew there was a feminist movement in the barnyard?) Regardless, the name stuck & he calls me the rooster of the roost when I'm wearing this bad boy, or even just talking about what I'm going to make for dinner.

So here we go - you, me & the chickens.