sometimes i get lazy/cheap and buy eggs at the store. forgive me.
when spring comes, though, i go "oh, yeah, eggs!" and i always want spring greens and asparagus and artichokes with poached eggs or hollandaise or hand made mayonnaise. and i want the egg and the vegetables to be of equal quality and freshness.
so i repent of my factory eggs and head to clifford family farms.
the color of the shells, the freshness of the yolk, the flavor of the egg take this beautiful little package to a whole 'nother level of egginess.
|sexy close-up. wish you could see the green color better.|
what's your favorite egg dish?
|how to get eggs: walk in to ante-room any time of day or night. select eggs, duck eggs, greens, raspberries or berkshire pork. leave your money in the little bank next to the fridge.|
Boy and Egg
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Every few minutes, he wants
to march the trail of flattened rye grass
back to the house of muttering
hens. He too could make
a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh
it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it
to his ear while the other children
laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him,
so little yet, too forgetful in games,
ready to cry if the ball brushed him,
riveted to the secret of birds
caught up inside his fist,
not ready to give it over
to the refrigerator
or the rest of the day.
legwear: grey leggings
inspiration: the color of eggshells: seafoam, ivory, cream & the deep goldenrod of a fresh yolk
looking forward: to seeing my mommy and daddy on sunday!