Thursday, December 02, 2004
Dear friends,
I'm still feeling a bit pasted by LuthorCorp, but I have the feeling that tomorrow will be better, and if it won't, Friday will. Thanks to the Gina Mallet book I mentioned last night, I'm feeling about ready to visit a favorite old topic of mine. I'll give you a hint.
Until I'm ready to rant about the sad state of eggs in this country and explain why pasteurized and irradiated eggs do us no favors continue the egg dialogue, I suggest that you spend time with Steve at Blog d'Elisson, who continues the pie dialogue. It's lovely, fun reading, but you should probably make sure that you keep a Key lime pie close by as you read. Trust me.
Oh, you kid. 
These eggs came from Bill’s Pharmacy in Eureka Springs, AR. Bill’s buys their eggs from people who keep small flocks, including one guy who keeps Araucanas, the hybrid South American bird that produces wonderful eggs with the most beautiful shells, slate-like shades of blue and green and beige. Because these folks don’t participate in the USDA grading program, the eggs would vary widely in size. I have a couple of photos I took of the largest and smallest eggs in a dozen, just because it amused me to do so. I really am a simple tool, when you get right down to it.
NMI’, because that’s the way chicken’s make ‘em in the real world, as Bakerina mentioned above. Different sizes. Different colors. Many with double yolks. And (drumroll please) many with actual taste!. I kid you not.
Even expensive brown “organic” eggs from the local hippie co-op are unlikely to be as good a real egg from a scrap-fed small farm chicken. Next time you’re driving a country road somewhere and see a little “eggs” sign near some little farmhouse, stop and try them. They’ll have you plotting how to start raising chickens of your own.
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Oh, you kid.
These eggs came from Bill’s Pharmacy in Eureka Springs, AR. Bill’s buys their eggs from people who keep small flocks, including one guy who keeps Araucanas, the hybrid South American bird that produces wonderful eggs with the most beautiful shells, slate-like shades of blue and green and beige. Because these folks don’t participate in the USDA grading program, the eggs would vary widely in size. I have a couple of photos I took of the largest and smallest eggs in a dozen, just because it amused me to do so. I really am a simple tool, when you get right down to it.