Egg Fairy

The world is a strange and beautiful place. Sometimes, eggs magically appear at my door. I love it. Some of these were a dark hue that I haven’t seen before. I wonder if a chicken’s mood effects their egg color? What color would the eggs be if all they listened to is Depeche Mode? Goth eggs? If they listed to Kenny G would they be clear?

Needless to say, they were fantastic tasting. Scrambled with a little salt and pepper.

2 replies on “Egg Fairy”

  1. I can’t wait to get to the farmer’s market every Saturday now for the fresh eggs! After Anthony Bourdain last night we got home and fried up some eggs and put them on some fresh French Boule bread with homemade pesto….mmmmmm, late night feast!

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