About this time of year, our nextdoor neighbour's hens go into a mid-winter sulk, and our regular supply of ultra-low food miles, organic, freerange eggs dries up.
As luck would have it, last Saturday, Jen's mum had half a dozen spare eggs from her nextdoor neighbour's pullets, which she let us have.
"Does this mean we've been given a pullet surprise?" I asked Jen.
Jen looked at me blankly.
"Pullet surprise!" I repeated. "Geddit? I thought it was a pretty clever, spontaneous joke."
"So did I the last time you made it," said Jen.