My egg lady has been discovered. No longer can I walk up, choose between small, medium or jumbo, hear a bit of farm fodder, pay and move on. Now I've got to wait in line.
"These eggs are worth waiting for," a man told the woman in line behind him. "They're real yellow." He emphasized yellow as if it were a word of romance, letting its ending linger. He gazed faraway. Remembering.
Get a grip, I thought. It's a damn egg. But his comment has had me take a second look. My scrambled eggs are yellow. Canary yellow. I guess I've been taking them for granted.
7 comments:
shame shame shame.
good egs are almst radioactive.
Now that I have my own chickies to supply me with eggs, store bought ones taste like the salt and pepper they are seasoned with, and nothing else. You should get a couple urban chickies...I have been amazed at how easy they are to take care of.
I've just discovered duck eggs, which are even better! I made pasta with them that was to die for. The lady at the market doesn't bring very many, so I'm hoping everybody else doesn't catch on...
Our eggs are super yellow too. In fact the other week I made the lasagna from the last Gourmet issue, it called for a ricotta/egg mixture to be the top layer. Scott wanted to know what in the heck I made, because it was a vivid yellow-topped lasagna.
kel - Radioactive. That's the word I was looking for.
andree - I would love a few chickens and we share our yard with the neighbors big dog and their two kids. The chickens wouldn't have a chance. You nailed it with the salt and pepper. That's true with not only eggs.
donna - I don't think I've ever had a duck eye but you've given me something new to look for. Thanks.
kendra - That's funny. And he sounds like a guy who knows food.
donna - I meant a duck egg. Egg. Not eye.
Yep. We have geese, 2 kinds of ducks, 3 kinds of chickens, all pastured. The yolks do all the shades, like a sunset in the Marquesas! Fun!!
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