...that I do not think of some sort
of aspect of farming.
Is it ancestral
voices calling or merely a fixation?
When my dozen of organic farm fresh brown eggs arrived I inquired about having to refrigerate them. When we visited my friend Maureen at her farm she had a lovely basket of eggs she had collected that morning sitting on her counter. I was wondering if I could do the same and was already envisioning them sitting out in my wire-chicken egg holder. Kathleen explained that because she sells the eggs at market, she washes the eggs directly after collecting them and that by doing so, they must be refrigerated. She explained that there is an invisible coating on the outside of each egg called the bloom that protects the insides from bacteria. The washing process removes that barrier and for health reasons they are kept in the fridge. In this case, the bloom isn’t only off the rose it is also off the egg. I would not be keeping mine on the counter.
I peeked into the
gray cardboard carton at my prize...
They
were irregular in size and were various shades of brown. They were beautiful. Later that day, at the local grocery, I
bought a carton of their “advertised organic” brown eggs costing $2.59 (also in a gray
cardboard carton) and my usual jumbo white eggs (cradled in Styrofoam) which
despite their extra large weight were the cheapest. I couldn’t wait to begin my experiment.
Morning came and I decided eggs would be on the menu for
breakfast and since the grocery store variety of brown eggs were on the top of
my neat stack of full cartons I decided to use them first. The pan was on the stovetop with just a
smidge of butter melting in it and I froze for a second before opening it
up. My mother occasionally bought brown
eggs from the Mennonite farm where we bought our milk. Back then, it seemed each time I would make
breakfast for the Staley brood we would use an entire dozen at a time; I
would get at least one egg or more that contained bloody flecks in it, a sign
that the egg had been fertilized. I
never served those eggs to anyone. Of
course I cannot be sure of associating the chance of bloody flecks with brown
eggs or perhaps the flash back to the time I burned my mother’s kitchen
curtains while home alone making breakfast for myself, which had made me so
nervous. But that is another story.
The opened carton
revealed eggs uniform in size as well as seemly more equally the same rich
brown color than the farm fresh eggs. I
decided that because I knew Kathleen’s eggs were from different breeds of
chickens it only made sense that they would not be uniform, or so I
justified. It tickled me when Kathleen
told me she called her laying hens ”the Nuns”.
Well, it seems in this case a la Agnes of God, some rooster had been
visiting the convent where the store bought organic eggs had come from because
when I cracked open that first egg, you guessed it, there were the tell tale
bloody flecks and it went straight into the trash.
In egg number two the yolk was a nice rich orange-yellow
color. It held together well when
dropped in the pan and was quite tasty.
I can’t say for sure if I felt it was better than my usual jumbo ones
but I was lulled into thinking it was better for me because it was from free
range organically fed chickens. No doubt
thinking of Barbara Kingsolver's information of CFO raised chickens had
convinced me and they carried no vision of 1,152 chickens housed in a 6x9 space
that Kingsolver spoke of.
Then back to
Kathleen’s eggs. Yes they varied in size
and color, had a rich colored yolk but since no rooster had come into contact
with the girls there were no bloody specks.
I did not find any specks in the white eggs plucked from Styrofoam either
and they were cheap but my conscience got the best of me.
I guess, in conclusion, when you know where the eggs come
from and have met the chickens that lay them the extra money spent is well worth
the peace of mind and the health benefits they contain. Supporting the farmers in your community is
also a huge bonus. I still will wince when cracking them
open. Kathleen tells me that it is totally
acceptable to eat the eggs containing a few bloody specks and must be one of
those farmers that subscribes to the proverb, "Waste not want not."
Books to read on raising chickens:
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