Friends who have chickens…because I get fresh eggs. I love the fact that the texture is mottled and that they come in various shades of tan and beige.Some are speckled. Some are not. They remind me of when I was a kid and mama bought eggs from my school bus driver. On Friday mornings when I climbed the bus steps I gave Hazel Schaffer egg money and on Friday afternoons I climbed off the bus with two dozen brown eggs. Until I was about eight years old I thought all eggs were brown.
Fresh from the hen eggs taste so much better than the supermarket kind, and they’re really tasty on a Sunday night when you fry them up, throw them on fresh from the bakery bread with some provolone cheese, a slice of salami and a little ham and then grill them in a buttered skillet. Hubby is a well done guy. I like mine a little over easy so the yolks run a little when you bite into them. By the way, Hazel’s doing fine. As so often happens in a small town, I ran into her at the funeral home a couple of years ago. She’s retired, but she doesn’t have chickens anymore. Something about that seems wrong.
Somesville, Maine, a quick drive by - Heading south on 102 towards Bass Harbor we had the fortune of driving through Somesville *(link to this splendid town)*. It has to be one of the pretti...
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