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.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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5 comments:
is it weird that I'm coveting eggs?
Which friend? I want some! :)
I love farm fresh eggs! I had a good friend in NY that I would get eggs from and a student that I would buy from. I so miss fresh eggs! Does your friend sell eggs? They sure are beautiful!
I love eggs from happy birds.
It's interesting how more and more families are growing and raising their own food!
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