Cracking these eggs open felt kind of like a fascinating science experiment with an emotional link as we said our, "Ohhh's" and "Ahhh's."
The eggs were beautiful! The yolks were the best color of a deep sunset orange. Our little eggs with their colorful yolks looked like art. Delicious art.
One by one, Deputy Dave carefully cracked open the eggs gathered from our backyard coop and I took pictures. We savored each moment...the feel of the shell strength, we smelled the egg contents and poked at the yolk a bit to find it to be firm and not as easily broken as store bought yolks.
Deputy Dave got a grocery store egg out of the refrigerator and cracked it into the same bowl, next to our three home-grown eggs and the difference in size brought about some hefty laughter in our kitchen.
I was given the task of scrambling the eggs for Deputy Dave to have ready for his home-made stir-fried rice recipe. It was delicious. The eggs are always the best part of the fried rice. Members of my family are always digging for more of the tasty fried eggs mixed in with the rice. Yum-Yum.
To be honest, as we were taking our first bites of this dish that had eggs in it from our chickens, I had a tiny bit of trouble eating. It's irrational. But, I guess it almost felt like eating part of a pet. With grocery store eggs, there is a detachment --- I don't know the chicken that laid the egg in that horrible commercial plant, but I do know Miss Speckles. This is where the city girl attitude and the country way of living must converge and start to be reconciled.
Learning to eat more than our homegrown veggies and herbs is necessary; this is our future. I am excited.
But, we have no fresh eggs laid for us to eat. All we've had so far is the three eggs found by Deputy Dave. Every day, multiple times, I go outside to check for eggs. I even search the yard for a rogue egg, but there have been no more eggs. My chickens are holding back.
Deputy Dave and I were standing outside with the chickens happily pecking around us in the yard and he said, "I bet that within a couple of weeks, we'll be trying to do our best to keep up with gathering the eggs in this sweltering heat; we can't find any now, but I bet that will be changing very soon."
As a chicken pecked Deputy Dave's feet, I laughed and told him that I couldn't wait to be pestered by lots of eggs needing to be gathered. I've waited all of my life to be able to gather fresh eggs and the fun is just beginning!