While you'd think farm living is farm living, there are different types of farm living.
For example. I grew up on a farm, a horse farm. And while we grew our own fruits and vegetables and canned to get through the winter, we did not raise our own meat, dairy, eggs, etc. We grew horses and produce. I can raise a garden and feed my family fresh or canned veggies all year round and can ride a horse as a means of transportation, like second nature. But as far as the "other" side of farm life, the meat cattle, and pigs and chickens... never been exposed to that. Our meat came from the butcher or the grocery store.
Now, my grandpa did have chickens, he took in injured Game roosters from fighting rings, and the occasional wayward hen... but we never ate the eggs the hens produced. I don't know why... maybe because my grandma was scared of the chickens? Who knows, really.
DH is the opposite. He was raised on a farm where they grew and sold corn, soybeans, various wheats and hays and cotton. They raised livestock to get the family plenty of meat, but did not raise produce. They had cows, pigs and chickens, would hunt for deer, pheasant and squirrel. Rarely did DH eat store bought meat or dairy products. Even the butter was home-made.
But on the flip side, before DH met me, he'd never been on the back of a horse.
So, now that you know our history, sorta, you'll understand when I say I've never had a real, fresh egg before. All my eggs have come from the grocery store, up to this point. DH picks on me "How can you call yourself a country girl if you don't eat fresh eggs?" My reply "How can you call yourself a farm boy if you can't ride a horse?"
Anyway, so the DH and I were so excited when I started finding eggs our hens were laying. But I must admit, I did have some nervousness about eating them... DH didn't, he was chomping at the bit.
Too bad for him, he doesn't cook and so he usually eats oatmeal for breakfast. (I've offered to get up and cook him breakfast but he'd just as soon let me sleep and eat oatmeal. So, oh well.)
I've had two fresh eggs in the fridge for a couple days, got another one this morning. So when I went to make my breakfast, I got out a fresh egg.
Thought about it, as the nerves took over... what if it makes me sick? What if it tastes funky? Ya know?
So, I put it back, got an egg out of the grocery store carton.... put that egg back, got back out the fresh egg again.... sucked it up and cracked that little sucker open, over my hot pan of bacon grease.......
.... the yolk was darker than I'm used to, really really yellow, almost an orangish tint to it. Hmmmm.... so now I'm thinking, it MUST be bad. But it smells good..... and fried up like a normal egg.
I dished my fried egg onto my plate with my bacon, and rice (yes, I like to eat rice with my breakfast)... and I inspected my egg. Looked normal, aside from being darker, smelled normal, like any other fried egg....
I took a small bite. Hmmm.... tasted normal. But that was a really small bite. So I took a bigger bite.
Turns out that fresh eggs from my hens, in my back yard, taste like.... well.... eggs.
Who woulda thunk it?
LOL
For example. I grew up on a farm, a horse farm. And while we grew our own fruits and vegetables and canned to get through the winter, we did not raise our own meat, dairy, eggs, etc. We grew horses and produce. I can raise a garden and feed my family fresh or canned veggies all year round and can ride a horse as a means of transportation, like second nature. But as far as the "other" side of farm life, the meat cattle, and pigs and chickens... never been exposed to that. Our meat came from the butcher or the grocery store.
Now, my grandpa did have chickens, he took in injured Game roosters from fighting rings, and the occasional wayward hen... but we never ate the eggs the hens produced. I don't know why... maybe because my grandma was scared of the chickens? Who knows, really.
DH is the opposite. He was raised on a farm where they grew and sold corn, soybeans, various wheats and hays and cotton. They raised livestock to get the family plenty of meat, but did not raise produce. They had cows, pigs and chickens, would hunt for deer, pheasant and squirrel. Rarely did DH eat store bought meat or dairy products. Even the butter was home-made.
But on the flip side, before DH met me, he'd never been on the back of a horse.
So, now that you know our history, sorta, you'll understand when I say I've never had a real, fresh egg before. All my eggs have come from the grocery store, up to this point. DH picks on me "How can you call yourself a country girl if you don't eat fresh eggs?" My reply "How can you call yourself a farm boy if you can't ride a horse?"
Anyway, so the DH and I were so excited when I started finding eggs our hens were laying. But I must admit, I did have some nervousness about eating them... DH didn't, he was chomping at the bit.
Too bad for him, he doesn't cook and so he usually eats oatmeal for breakfast. (I've offered to get up and cook him breakfast but he'd just as soon let me sleep and eat oatmeal. So, oh well.)
I've had two fresh eggs in the fridge for a couple days, got another one this morning. So when I went to make my breakfast, I got out a fresh egg.
Thought about it, as the nerves took over... what if it makes me sick? What if it tastes funky? Ya know?
So, I put it back, got an egg out of the grocery store carton.... put that egg back, got back out the fresh egg again.... sucked it up and cracked that little sucker open, over my hot pan of bacon grease.......
.... the yolk was darker than I'm used to, really really yellow, almost an orangish tint to it. Hmmmm.... so now I'm thinking, it MUST be bad. But it smells good..... and fried up like a normal egg.
I dished my fried egg onto my plate with my bacon, and rice (yes, I like to eat rice with my breakfast)... and I inspected my egg. Looked normal, aside from being darker, smelled normal, like any other fried egg....
I took a small bite. Hmmm.... tasted normal. But that was a really small bite. So I took a bigger bite.
Turns out that fresh eggs from my hens, in my back yard, taste like.... well.... eggs.
Who woulda thunk it?
LOL
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