I fried a duck egg in butter with a bit of salt and freshly ground pepper. I cooked it longer than I would a "normal" store-bought chicken egg because it was so much bigger. But in back of my mind I thought:
Duck egg...is it alright to eat it undercooked?
It was good. Next time I'll leave off the pepper. The simplest things amaze me/make my day. I joined in on the fun at a knitting group this evening and the store's owner announced that she had two dozen farm fresh eggs: Brown, Duck, and tiny white eggs.
One dozen was spoken for, so I said I'd take the other or spilt it with someone else who might want some too. As the evening wound down and women left I paid $2 for my dozen. I rushed home to fry my duck egg. It's shell was slightly bluish. But that's not its only difference from a chicken egg. A duck egg's shell is thicker and harder to crack. It felt almost plastic. I saved it. How can I throw it away? The yolk was brillant orange and huge like a setting sun. I can't wait to try more.
The eggs came from Charlotte's Egg House, a local place, somewhere in the Tri-Cities. There's a basic website featuring photos of her chickens. And, Candice, the yarn store owner, said Charlotte's getting those chickens who lay the blue and green eggs; the same kind that Martha Stewart keeps. I love eggs. I try not to eat them because I have genetically high cholesterol. But nothing's better for breakfast than an egg over-easy and toast to sop it up with. I would love to have chickens and goats and all manner of farm animals. But, I live inside the city limits on less than an acre of land. Maybe I can keep chickens... What would the dogs think?
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