No, this is not a recipe; unfortunately, it’s what happens when you know you shouldn’t put a freshly-laid egg in your pocket (temporarily, because you forgot to bring the egg basket with you) and the egg meets its demise in the confines of your coat pocket.
It all began with six eggs the girls had laid in their nest boxes. I put them carefully in my pocket, even though I’d had an egg incident last year under similar circumstances. I knew I’d just be going right from the coop to the house, where the egg basket waited. I walked carefully back to the house and started transferring the eggs from the pocket to the egg basket. No eggs were fumbled, none hit the floor. Once finished, I hung my coat back up – it’s a heavy insulated duck cloth coat with a pair of leather work gloves in the pocket, so it bounced off the wall when I hung it on the peg. Continue reading “Making Scrambled Egg In A Pocket”
It’s that time again – this year is coming to its end. We like to look back at the year because you can forget how much you learned and during that period. We also like to recognize our accomplishments, as well as identify needed improvements. We characterize 2016 as our year of learning on the farm.
This morning’s breakfast: our chickens’ eggs, potatoes cooked in lard from a local farm, and homemade sourdough toast. So good, we could eat it everyday!
While we are enamored of our Muscovies, we love duck eggs and the girls, being seasonal layers, have stopped laying entirely. We’d been researching duck laying breeds and had narrowed the possible choices down to Indian Runner, Khaki Campbell, or Welsh Harlequin…but the front-runner was the Runner, with its upright posture and penchant (surprise, surprise!) for running upright. What’s cuter than that?
Today’s breakfast was a sandwich comprised of our own chicken eggs, locally sourced pastured pork shoulder bacon, and cheddar cheese on a thin bun. It tasted delicious and we felt great after eating it.