Sunday, August 22, 2010

Country Eggs

As we were driving back with Irene and Guy from playing in the river near Grass Valley, we spied a hand painted sign by the roadside - "Fresh Eggs $3.50."

Someone said, "Fried egg sandwiches" and the car turned itself into the driveway.

We were greeted by a beautifully aged red dog (turns out she is nineteen years young). We knocked and inquired - the dog's owner provided a dozen of the prettiest assortment of eggs you can imagine and recounted proudly his dog's age and charms. We all gave the old lady a pat, which she received with gentle grace, and piled back into the car with our loot.

The next morning, we turned half the eggs into fried egg sandwiches on buttered and oven-toasted sourdough bread. The yolks were so bright a yellow as to be nearing orange, standing tall and round in the pan. Guy squeezed fresh orange juice and My Beloved helped make strong coffee. Irene and I toasted and flipped, sliding substantial breakfasts onto plates for eager eaters.

Was the the country air, the sunny morning or the multicolored eggs that made our appetites so good?



Blogger Greg said...

Good fresh eggs are a valuable prize these days.

Sunday, August 22, 2010  
Blogger kudzu said...

.....and no fear of salmonella!

Sunday, August 22, 2010  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

Very timely post.

Sunday, August 22, 2010  
Blogger Ms Brown Mouse said...

real eggs, magical. Even better if still warm with a tiny feather stuck to the shell :)

Monday, August 23, 2010  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Greg, we are lucky, living so close to Petaluma and especially to Marin Sun Farms.

Kudzu, I'm puzzled by this salmonella - if the shell isn't cracked, eggs are clean inside.

Cookiecrumb, thanks.

Ms Mouse, no feathers this time, but lovely colors.

Monday, August 23, 2010  

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