My friend R. brought me back a dozen huge beautiful eggs from her parent's organic farm. Bliss! And free! What more can you ask for?
So, of course, I will be immediately cooking and eating two of these magnificent eggs with their glowing orange yolk for lunch. I can't think to obscure these eggs by putting them into baked goods or the like (though think of the possibilities - crepes, ice cream, cake, muffins...).
I think the egg obsession began when I went to Italy for a school trip back in...oh, god...2001. We were staying at a farm in Cumae, smack between the Bay of Naples and the Mediterranean Sea. For breakfast one day our host made us eggs over-easy, and I believe that it was the first time I'd had free range eggs. When the yolk broke on my plate the color was a revelation, as was the intense, rich flavor, so....eggy. Ever since then I've been greedily accepting any offers of free farm eggs that come my way. I pine for someone to start selling them at our local farmer's markets...in fact, I can't believe no one's been doing this!
I'd love to own a few chickens someday, but no roosters. I chicken-sat once and had a mean run-in with a ridiculously fluffy white rooster named Dickie-Bob, who stalked me up the hill to the house and pecked at my toenails. Dickie-Bob would run up behind me while my back was turned, but as soon as I stopped, he'd turn to the side and look into the middle distance and was all "Oh...fancy meeting you here."
Chickens. I tell, ya.
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