So. Many. Eggs.

We knew we would get eggs.  I mean, that is why we got chickens, right?  But, it’s a lotta eggs.

Saturday was a big “work day” for the coop, so Sissy came over to help make brunch whilst Mummy and I interviewed a new daycare family and the men-folk did a barn raising or whatever.  Ten eggs, people.  This family of five-and-a-half (because the Dude was being such a toddler and only ate like, half of an egg) ate TEN EGGS.  That seems like a lot to me.  But they were these gorgeous, rich, clean tasting baked eggs.  Yummmm.  Ever had baked eggs?  No?  I’msosorryforyou.  Here’s a recipe.  You’re welcome.  I’ll also say that it never hurts to use full cream.  In anything.  Ever.  Anyway, delicious.  But, we didn’t have a whole lot of time to wax poetic after our first feast o’ eggs, because sometimes ladies need to drive up to Del Mar and have their hair did and eat Peruvian food.  It’s a rough life, but it’s mine.

*Disclaimer: This here is where I define “hippie-light.”  See, I’m all about skipping deodorant when one works from home, and I garden, and I just got chickens, and I don’t want toxic food coloring in my food and I’m a big fan of cloth diapers.  I don’t use fluoride toothpaste.  But.  B.U.T.  I will not give up good hair.  I want it cut, colored, straightened, curled, sprayed and pinned.  I also will not give up Shamrock Shakes when I’m in a state of hormonal disruption. (Ignore previous food coloring comment.)  Or Botox.  So, you know.  Hippie-light.

Moving on.  As The Padre and Rob finished up the coop Sunday, I got to work using up some more of those scrumptious eggs, because they were fairly prolific and I had offered to make Irish Soda Bread for our St. Patty’s Day Dinner.  (Which is weird, because the last time I had Irish Soda Bread I hated it.)

It turned out pretty well for soda bread.  In fact, it’s growing on me.  I did soak the raisins in rum and homemade bourbon vanilla first.  That might have helped.  Woohoo!  There went an egg and I had this to show for it!

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I was on a roll, so I went to my trusty Pinterest “Breffases” board and decided to make this baked oatmeal thing I had pinned ages ago, but somehow it had not yet landed into my mouth.  Isn’t that just like Pinterest?  I thought that if you Pinned it, it would come?  Notsomuch.  So I baked it up and it was fantastic!  I highly recommend you try it at least once.

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Two eggs used!  And breakfast made for the week!  Hot damn!

And then Rob brought me three fresh eggs from the coop.  Net loss?  Zero.  It might be time for tortilla española a la Craig.  Go ahead.  Click the link.  His recipes are divine.

If I manage to pull it off,  I will share it with you.  If not, I’ll just beg Craig to come do it for me.  I get the feeling that with enough fresh eggs and chicken poo for his garden, I might be able to talk him into it.

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