My friend Anna has chickens. Seven chickens to be exact. In her backyard, right here in Suburbia, U.S.A. I love it. I think she’s cool for doing it. Her kids love it. Yesterday when I stopped by her house, she gave me a half dozen fresh eggs. When I say fresh, I mean FRESH. As in, I-saw-her-take-eggs-out-of-the-chicken-coop fresh.
These are officially the freshest eggs I’ve ever eaten. The girls and I made scrambled eggs for dinner last night and they were delicious. We made cookies, too, and I only have 1 egg left! (That 1 egg, by the way, is sitting on my counter. Why? Because it can and I love it.)
Here’s another shot of the eggs in all their dirty, fresh-out-of-the chicken glory. Aren’t they beautiful? I want chickens. Wait, what’s gotten into me? A few fresh eggs and I’ve completely lost my mind!
Anna agrees, these are the ‘orangest’ yolks we’ve ever seen.