Simple Pleasure: Local eggs!

I am practical. Some say overly practical at times. But even in my practicality, beauty is something I desire. I prefer pink rubber gloves to yellow. I prefer a pretty writing pen to a regular ball-point. I prefer stationery to plain paper.

And today, I prefer the simply gorgeous hues of the beautiful eggs on my kitchen table to the plain white ones I buy on any given grocery day. I have never made Easter eggs that rivaled them.

I bought them from a sweet friend of mine that raises her own chickens. They are more than just decorations. They taste incredible. They have a pure, rich flavor that doesn't call for seasonings or salt. No nasty pesticides, no nasty antibiotics, no nasty nothin'. Just amazing, bright-orange-yolked decadence from chickens that have a great life.

In my blog, I hope to mention things I love. Oprah has her "favorite things," Martha has her "good things, " and I have simple pleasures.