Chances are when you get your eggs from the supermarket, they’re not:
- Brown shelled
- Laid by contented chickens who have names like Kaitlyn
- Have a date they were laid written on them in pencil
My eggs are wonderful. We get them from Larry and Karen. Larry was/is my blacksmithing mentor, and now he and his wife have taken to chickens like a chicken takes to a handful of grasshoppers. Thirty laying hens, and they all have names, and Larry can pick them out in the coop. They all look the same to me, but not to Larry.
We get a couple of dozen every few weeks, and they cost about three times as much as eggs from the store, but the yokes are orange, the whites thick and cohesive, and the shells are substantial and solid. In short, worth every cent.
Those eggs are so amazing, I can’t wait to get more!
So, umm, HOW can somebody here in Madison get some of these eggs? We love eggs.
Easy. Larry delivers them to Rutabaga every Friday. $3.00 a dozen. And since he likes you, I assume he’d deliver them to you since it’s hardly out of the way.
We get local eggs from a friend of Karen Clark’s. They are, indeed, far superior to supermarket eggs– so bright and full of flavor.