I'd really like some. Not like hundreds or anything, just a few. Although, I'm pretty sure our current subdivision would
shun prohibit chickens in the back yard. Our homeowners association sends out letters urging people to trim hedges, paint mailbox posts, and take other measures to maintain orderliness and tidiness. I haven't researched, but I'm pretty sure that keeping live-stock is a no-no.
Maybe there will be chickens in our future, but I am trying to remain realistic; our family is a little bit farm-life debilitated (we're not great at growing, tending, mending or building- I do like to weed though!). Also, our dog tends to consider chickens as prey (I know this because there was once an unfortunate event at playgroup where Remy snuck into our friends' chicken coop. Let's just say six screaming children were scarred that day. Bluey did make it, but he always had a limp after that).
Here's Remy, sorry and embarrassed.
Anyway, I want chickens for their- EGGS!
I can't stand buying industrial laid eggs that were produced by chickens who've had their beaks cut (or burned) off and are barely able to move. I just can't stand it. And yet, I do. I try to buy the cage-free eggs, but I'm no fool; "cage-free" hens are generally uncaged inside of a barn or warehouse, with no access to the outdoors, and their beaks are often still cut. You can read more about this issue in this straight forward and informative article on the Humane Society's website.
Note: I do not consider myself an animal activist. I have, however, read Michael Pollan and I've seen the documentaries on food production in the United States. The idea of consuming industrial meat and eggs just creeps me out.
Anyway, I really like eggs. Example: when we arrive at a party or social gathering, I don't head straight for the wine, champagne, or even the desert table. You can find me scouting out the deviled eggs platter. What? You don't serve deviled eggs at your parties and social gatherings? You thought they were a thing of your mama's generation? That's just silly.
This is me around the age of the egg salad incident. I'm like, "Yeah, so I like egg salad, what of it?"
Now can we please just talk about the egg sandwich that inspired this post? I had these ingredients to work with: farm fresh eggs from my friend Laura's chickens, baby spinach, fresh mozzarella and pesto:
How can one go wrong here?! One can't. Just fry up that egg, over easy. Ooooooh, are you one of those people who don't like the yolks? Who think that us people who love the taste of the runny, warm, oozy, yellow yolk mixed into everything, are kinda....gross? Sorry! (But not really, I think you're crazy).
Just look at the end result!
And for the benefit of all you crazy people out there, I even made and taste tested this recipe with scrambled eggs (you're welcome).
So I'm ready to wrap things up now, but I guess I'm not sure if this post was:
A. A chance to mention my disdain for industrial farming
B. A chance to share embarrassing smelly stories from 4th grade
C. A recipe
D. All of the above
One thing I do know is, I don't care which came first, I'll take both the chickens and the eggs (please).
Do you love eggs too? Are you a yolk person or not?