Egg Snobbery September 6, 2015

We’ve had chickens for many years now, and I didn’t realize until recently what a ridiculous egg snob I had become.  I know most of us chicken keepers will brag about how dark our chickens’ egg yolks are, how the yellow is almost orange, and how they won’t break when you drop them in the pan. Because you’re eating the tastiest and most nutritious eggs all the time (rather than tasteless, less healthy grocery store eggs), there’s a certain amount of egg snobbery that happens naturally… egg snobbery you’re not aware of. It creeps, you see. It takes you unawares.

But even so, I didn’t know how much of a secret danger it was, or how much my family and I really preferred the eggs from my pastured girls.

A little backstory:

Recently I went to visit a friend, and brought my littlest munchkin, who had yet to meet her “Auntie”.  My friend is kind, generous, and the mistress of hospitality.  When our hotel fell through, she offered up her new couch to myself, and my tiny, grubby Toddler of Terror.

Auntie’s house and neighborhood are amazing: exactly the type of place you’d see on TV sitcoms with beautiful gardens, cute little houses, and kids playing hockey in the street.

The area is nice, so she and her husband walk quite a bit.  Auntie is expecting, so the more gentle exercise, the better! While we were there we walked up and down trails, to the grocery store, back, went baby clothes shopping, to get me coffee, and so on. It’s a lovely neighborhood and I commented on the shocking number of extremely fit people walking around.
My friend was egg-stremely excited that one of her neighbors has a cute little chicken farm.  She knows I am a Crazy Chicken Lady, so Auntie wanted to show it off!  She was right, the mini-farm was adorable, clean, and  the hens were lovely.  The trail is heavily trafficked by families, so the chicken owners have an old-time feed dispenser next to their back fence.  Passersby can put in a nickel and it dispenses a little bit of home-made scratch grains to feed the chickens!  There was also an adorable “honor system” box to buy eggs.  I loved it.

Now, on to my story of egg snobbery.

As I said, Auntie is expecting, and eats eggs to meet her protein intake for the day.  When we got back from our walk,  she decided to make us all scrambled eggs from a carton of store-bought eggs.  When I sat down to feed Toddler of Terror—who loves her eggs—the scrambled eggs were WHITE.  White. No color, whatsoever.
Now keep in mind, Auntie is one of my oldest and dearest of friends, and I hope to be her when I grow up.  So in my most casual, trying-not-to-be-an-ungrateful-guest tone of voice I ask, “Auntie, did the doctor tell you to just eat the egg whites?”
“No, Laree, I left the yolks in there.”
**Laree covers one eye,squints, and looks very closely at the eggs on her plate**   
 And I think, Maybe that is the color yellow, right there?
“Oh! How silly of me.”
I took a bite, and the eggs just weren’t right.  Now, I am self-aware enough to realize maaaaybe I am being a little silly.  So, I gave a scoop to Toddler of Terror, who chews for a second, makes a face like she has swallowed a bug, and then rasp-berried the eggs into my face. We are mercifully missing a picture of this, so enjoy this photo of a real egg from a pastured hen instead.

“Maybe you should get your eggs from your neighbor, from now on,” I said.
And that is the story of how I came to recognize my terrible egg snobbery. Do you have an egg snobbery story? Please share it in the comments!
Snoskred September 7th, 2015

I am a total egg snob now. I always think of Kramer from Seinfeld, he said a line that went “These are sweatshop eggs!”

I have found some great non-sweatshop eggs for those times when my girls are not laying. In fact the yolks of those eggs are usually more orange than the yolks from my girls however my girls yolks are super dense. 🙂

catlady September 7th, 2015

Loved your blog! Let me tell you about the chicken and cat war. My cat (smokey Joe) decided that Pug the (wyandatte) had to many biddies so she took one war is on. The biddie is fine it

follows smokey like a hen. Pug tries to eat smokey every time she see her. The hen pecks and cat sits on her bottom and slaps the hen. Everyone else watches I try to make sure that no one gets hurt.

Jack September 12th, 2015

I’ve got to say I have become the same way. Since I’ve had access to completely backyard produced eggs, whose food intake I can monitor, I have developed a taste for them. Store bought ones just don’t quite taste the same. Maybe it’s placebo though?

Cynthia Brown August 30th, 2017

Total egg snob here! I can’t make myself order breakfast eggs in restaurants unless they are willing to cook with my eggs. Some of our little local restaurants will accept a carton of my eggs and I always leave the remaining eggs for the chef and staff!

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