Let’s talk about eggs for a second, can we?

My kids and the Red Girls and Roosty. The highlight of the farm to them!

My kids and the Red Girls and Roosty. The highlight of the farm to them!

So as I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve been a part of the Vollmecke farm family for 7 years now. There has definitely been a learning curve along the way. How to store things, how to cook things, how to identify things once I put them in an unlabeled plastic bag in my crisper drawer. I’ve figured a lot out. I’ll probably share a lot about these learning experiences on this blog over the next little while. But I am embarrassed to say that I have learned one of the simplest and most valuable lessons just this season. This is what I now know that I feel strongly you must understand ASAP:

Like everything else at the farm, Happy Hen Eggs taste better than grocery store eggs.

That’s all. Breaking news, I know.

Would you like to know how I figured it out? I start eating a lot of eggs. Like, every morning. With the yolks. This was a revolutionary thing in my life that really doesn’t matter to you except it means I started caring how good my eggs tasted. And THEN, there was the nationwide “egg crisis” (I will save you from a tangent about my feelings on national food crises–that’s for a different blog with a different purpose) that made me start paying attention to how much I spend on eggs and the quality of those eggs.

All these things together meant that for the first time ever, I starting buying eggs at the farm. And this is what I immediately found out: THEY ARE SO GOOD. They have deep yellow yolks that are like liquid gold when you break them open into your sautéed veggies and sweet potatoes. They are so full of flavor and health. And I’m not going to lie…I love the brown ones with speckles. They are so cute! Did you know that the brown eggs come from the brownish-reddish chickens (“the Red Girls”) and the white eggs come from the white chickens (you guessed it, “The White Girls”)??

The other thing I love about the Happy Hen Eggs? That I can go and visit the glamour girls themselves and see the scraps they’re pecking on. I’ve been there on many mornings when Farmer Karen has taken melons or greens or tomatoes to feed those sweet chickens. I can go and see them hopping in and out of their little house whenever they damn well please. And my kids LOVE going to visit the ladies. And we can all see how happy they are when we stop by. Except when Rowdy Roosty Rooster is getting into their business. You can tell they’re each hoping he chooses someone else to dance with 😉

Winter orders are starting soon. Do yourself a flavor favor and get some eggs. And then make yourself a hash of potatoes and veggies, toss in some greens, and add an egg on top. Forget wheaties; this is my champion breakfast.