The wait was killing me, until this afternoon when I came across a dozen multi colored eggs from our local farmers market. It was the first thing I bought there. They weren't from my hens but the euphoria I was experiencing could have fooled me!
I don't know why I waited until later tonight but I finally fried one up and dear mother...
Perfection. I spent some time eating with my eyes and nose before cutting into the yolk and taking the first bite. The aroma, texture, and richness of the yolk... Why didnt i make toast? All this brings back how bland store bought eggs have been, and I can't wonder why even bothered.
22 weeks. I think between the 11 remaining fresh eggs and 18 store bought eggs, I may be able to relax enough to allow myself to be genuinely surprised when they break into their routine. I may just pick up more eggs next week to add some color to my soon to be brown eggs. .