After my experience with eggs a couple of weeks back - I ran out of eggs and had to get some from the shoppette because the commissary was closed, and HEB was too far, and I needed eggs NOW! I wanted to bake for someone (and I wanted to do it now!). Typically I always buy organic or all natural eggs, but this time I had to settle for the brand they had at the shoppette which were neither organic nor all natural. NEVER AGAIN. In fact those gnarly looking eggs freaked me out so bad I decided my best bet from here on out is to go to a local chicken farmer and get all natural eggs from her.
Aren't they beautiful?!
When I went to the chicken farm it reminded me of my childhood summers when we would go to Grandpa's house out in the country of Pecan Gap, Texas. As a child driving there seemed like it took FOREVER, however I just looked it up on Google maps, and it only took 1 hour and 45 minutes to get there! (Are you kidding me?!?!? I thought it took us all day to get there!) My sister and I would fight, my sister would get pukey and we would have to pull over because Sister 2 is carsick AGAIN! It never failed; she would puke anytime we got in the car for more than 30 minutes.
My grandparents had this big white farm house with a wraparound porch. At the end of the porch was a porch swing that was hung from the ceiling. I loved sitting on that swing with Grandma. I thought the house was huge when I was a kid, but I'm sure if I saw it today it would not be nearly as big as it is in my memory. In the first bedroom to the right my
grandma had a quilting square that hung from the ceiling and dropped down when she wanted to quilt. There was
always a new quilt on it every time we went to her house. I so wish I had one of those quilts today.
As a young child I LOVED going to Grandpa & Grandma's house. (I wonder what my Mother's version of this story would be. ;o) We always got to go out in the chicken pins and collect eggs, AND we thought this was FUN! I remember chasing chicken and getting all muddy. Grandpa ALWAYS wore pinstriped overalls and ALWAYS had a bag of chew in his pocket. Grandpa had a few other animals, but I can't remember what they were, other than Puddles, his extremely FAT black poodle. Puddles was fat because Grandpa spoiled him as much as he did his grandchildren. After collecting eggs, we would come in the house and Grandpa would fill bowls full of ice-cream for all of us, including himself and bowl for Puddles. (And when I say spoil, I mean with love and ice-cream.) One more thing about Grandpa - remember I mentiioned his 'chew'? In his house beside his blue chair in the back room, he always a spit tomb (hey, that's what he called it), that man could spit from his chair to his 'spit tomb' without ever missing. It was so gross....big long line of brown spit going in, I can here the sound of it landing in my head.
And I got all that from farm fresh eggs.
My grandparents had this big white farm house with a wraparound porch. At the end of the porch was a porch swing that was hung from the ceiling. I loved sitting on that swing with Grandma. I thought the house was huge when I was a kid, but I'm sure if I saw it today it would not be nearly as big as it is in my memory. In the first bedroom to the right my
grandma had a quilting square that hung from the ceiling and dropped down when she wanted to quilt. There was
always a new quilt on it every time we went to her house. I so wish I had one of those quilts today.
As a young child I LOVED going to Grandpa & Grandma's house. (I wonder what my Mother's version of this story would be. ;o) We always got to go out in the chicken pins and collect eggs, AND we thought this was FUN! I remember chasing chicken and getting all muddy. Grandpa ALWAYS wore pinstriped overalls and ALWAYS had a bag of chew in his pocket. Grandpa had a few other animals, but I can't remember what they were, other than Puddles, his extremely FAT black poodle. Puddles was fat because Grandpa spoiled him as much as he did his grandchildren. After collecting eggs, we would come in the house and Grandpa would fill bowls full of ice-cream for all of us, including himself and bowl for Puddles. (And when I say spoil, I mean with love and ice-cream.) One more thing about Grandpa - remember I mentiioned his 'chew'? In his house beside his blue chair in the back room, he always a spit tomb (hey, that's what he called it), that man could spit from his chair to his 'spit tomb' without ever missing. It was so gross....big long line of brown spit going in, I can here the sound of it landing in my head.
And I got all that from farm fresh eggs.
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