I didn't really expect it to be THAT different. I mean, after all, it's just an egg. In my mind, an egg was an egg. It's just a chicken; how much different could it be?
Let me tell you...
It was drastically different. The first thing I noticed was how much darker the yolk was than the two store bought eggs in the pan with it. I still wasn't entirely convinced. Maybe it was the breed of chicken that made it darker.
Once it finished cooking, I cut the store-bought eggs first. Typical super runny, watery egg yolks.
When I cut the farm fresh egg, it slowly spread over the white of the egg. It was so creamy. Not watery at all...
It was at this point, I started reevaluating my mindset of an egg is an egg. Clearly, an egg is just NOT an egg.
Since I already knew what a "regular" (aka: store-bought) egg tasted like, I decided to forgo the reminder and dive right into the silky looking goodness that was from the egg given to me by my favorite chicken "Rhonda".
I took the first bite and....
MIND BLOWN.
This is really not a gross exaggeration of the way I felt.
I have always eaten eggs, but I didn't love eggs. I couldn't think about the texture of the yolk because the watery consistency makes me feel sick (even though I prefer the "yellow runny and the whites hard").
This egg was different. I don't really know how to describe it.
It was thicker, richer, and maybe...fuller?
Needless to say, if that is just an egg, then I am definitely determined to grow my own food. Especially since...
A vegetable is just a vegetable.
Tags: homestead living, chickens, farm fresh eggs
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