Our chicken guy put his sign back out, and I’m excited to be ditching the store eggs and getting the good stuff.
Where the farmer places them in a bag for you, not in a carton.
Where they were laid the day you take them home.
Where you have to wash them because of the little feathers stuck on.
When you crack the shells and it’s like liquid gold.
Store eggs are good, but oh man. If you ever find a local farmer, it’s totally worth the long and dusty drive down a gravel road.
It’s definitely a treat. 🙂