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New eggs!
Ben's babies
Tom’s friend built a chickencoop this summer at his grandfather’s, and he has enough to sell now. They’re still teeny tiny. Very yellow yolks.
Glad to have another neighbor with eggs, because it’s getting hard to score them from Darlene.
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Eggs for a crowd
It’s a good thing I bought four and a half dozen eggs from Darleen yesterday. After the Littles ate all these, I cooked eight more.
And then the Bigs came in . . .
Scott promises to be *happy* during his high school career.
I was looking forward to 10 weeks with no school paperwork or homework hassles. But judging from the number of kids around here today, I will be hassled with daily trips to the grocery store instead.
how long before 'I'm so bored' sets in?
Obsessed with eggs
Aren't they beautiful? Look at that big one -- I think I'm going to have a good-luck double yolk for breakfast!
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Eggses!
“A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure within is hid.”
Our friend Dr. Carolyne has shared an article about the nutrition value of eggs. Fat? Cholesterol? Pooh. Look at all those vitamins, all that brainy protein. Eat the whole wonderful package, not just the white.
It’s a good thing everyone here likes eggs, because I’m a pusher. I have this idea my kids will do better on tests if they eat eggs in the morning. We go through a minimum of 2 dozen a week — 3 or 4 if there’s a cake baked or a few friends overnight.
If it would just warm up, maybe Darlene’s chickens would start laying again and we can start eating those fabulous yard eggs again. They taste so good, and they make a pound cake such a rich gold.
Not only are they nutritious and delicious, but they’re beautiful, too. Fellow egg lover Betsy blows them and paints them at Easter and has been known to keep them until they rot because they’re so pretty. Elizabeth made us wrap them in silk, per Martha’s instructions, last Easter. I have so much fun admiring the beauty of Darleen’s eggs — each with its own singular shape, color and size — that I sometimes hate to crack and eat them.
Next up: converting the treehouse into a chicken coop? Bonus: chicken whacky fertilizer.
in BDay's bubble 