Well, it seems we have already reached egg-overload at Farmhouse38. Jonathon and I are but two measly egg-ivores who (apparently) cannot keep up with the twenty-something eggs we are getting a week (though, I intend to get at some fall baking that might make a decent dent). This is happy news for our friends, families, and neighbors who have been curiously assessing my sanity since I acquired my chicks in the spring. Let them eat eggs!
Subsequently, I have noticed some interesting resulting phenomena. Despite everyone’s complete enthusiasm for the idea of acquiring free fresh eggs, there is a brief moment when all these city-slickers balk (or ba-gawk, as it may be) at suddenly eating something that came out of one of my pets. They all seem to get over it–but they all have a little moment. I think it may be the whole food-source desensitization that we’ve succumbed to for most of our lives–we (most especially city-folk) are very used to thinking that food comes from the supermarket, and that’s it. Suddenly, you are looking at this little egg, and knowing that it dropped out of that chicken right over there. When you put a face to your food, it’s a little mind blowing. For a moment. Furthermore, I mark the lay date and chicken name on each egg (if possible), a control-freak habit that formed out of my initial need to keep track of who was laying and who was not. But then I got kind of used to doing it, and I think it’s kind of funny. That being said, multiple people have expressed to me that it makes them feel guilty. That, as they crack open an egg marked ‘Gertie’, they feel personally responsible to her for swiping that precious egg. I find this extremely funny, as well. Hopefully, as they enjoy their delicious eggs (which, by the way, are most definitely more delicious than store-bought eggs), they pardon themselves from the egg-guilt and ponder the inherent beauty of locally-sourced foods. By the time I give these eggs to my people, they are a couple of days old or less, sometimes not even a day old. When compared to the 100-day-old+ eggs they might buy at their local market….there just really isn’t much comparison.
So here’s to my sweet little girls and our locally-sourced breakfasts!