Fresh Eggs

These beautiful eggs are fresh from our friends Diane and Michael at Fiddler's Ridge Eggs over in Potlatch. We've been getting eggs from them since mid-winter. I was so excited when I found out they were going to start selling eggs. I'd been looking for a source for "real" eggs for a while. Fresh eggs are so amazing to look at when you crack them open. The yolks are deep orange not that wimpy pale yellow you find in store-bought eggs. As I was driving home with these eggs today, I started thinking about how I'd sort of come full circle in my egg "life." Growing up on the farm we had chickens and fresh eggs, at least when I was fairly young. The chickens I remember were Banty chickens, a small variety. I remember I didn't like to go get the eggs from the nests because the chickens would peck at me. And the best April Fool's joke I ever pulled was the time I told my little sister that there were new baby chicks in the hen house. She trekked all the way out there in her flannel nightgown and rubber boots to see them only to have me yell "April Fool's!" I don't she talked to me for a week. So, these eggs today triggered childhood memories of chickens and eggs. And, no, I don't know which came first!