I have found manna from heaven. Behold a REAL egg. Let me define my discovery... the egg I just ate was from a chicken that was raised in Ohio (where I'm from), on a farm, ate grass, and is fondly refered to as one of the "girls". I will never in my life go back to eggs from a carton. They just aren't going to cut it any more. It tasted like sunshine on a plate. I didn't even need to add anything to it to make it better.
Yesterday at the grocery store I met the lady who raises the chickes that laied my egg. It's nice to know that I can start a relationship with my local farmer. I think I'm going to have to hit her up for some more eggs and start baking with them. This may just be the start of a beautiful thing.
Yesterday at the grocery store I met the lady who raises the chickes that laied my egg. It's nice to know that I can start a relationship with my local farmer. I think I'm going to have to hit her up for some more eggs and start baking with them. This may just be the start of a beautiful thing.