I’m not normal- And because I’m not normal, I like to call foods by other names.  For instance, the humble chicken.  Since we eat chicken about 3 times a week I get tired of saying chicken and feel that maybe if I spruced up what I call it, it won’t seem like it’s the THIRD chicken dish I’ve made this week.  Enter: Clucker.  Chickens cluck, which makes them cluckers so I call chickens cluckers.  Are you glad I’ve shared this little bizarre corner of my world with you?  Hopefully so, because yer all in for a groovy ride if you stick around with me for the next several years.  Whooey! Let’s talk about…