I am tempted to fill this post with all sorts of bad egg puns, but I will resist. Poor Todd had to hear a barrage of them this morning over his morning bowl of oatmeal. We'd decided that since we finally had a beautiful day--50 whole sunshiny degrees fahrenheit--we needed to be outside and breathing in all that muddy, mossy, nearly blossoming air. So what better way to enjoy the day than to visit a local organic egg farm? Until we finally get to raise our own chickens, it's the next best thing.
Not only did we hang out with the roosters and hens at Chip-In Farm (so named because the original owners "chipped in" back in 1944 to buy the farm) in Beford, Massachusetts, we also got to chill with a large russet pig named Lilac, a few bunnies, a sheep, and various and sundry goats. I have a few pretty great photos of a particular part of Lilac's anatomy, but I think I shall save those for another day and another post. They are too special; I wouldn't want them stealing the glory from the chickens.
After the farm we went for a long walk at Minuteman Park in Concord. The first spring-like day of the year had families and couples out in droves.
And speaking of glory, look at these beauties we brought home. Tonight we made a basic but wonderful egg salad with a little mayo, mustard powder, paprika, salt & pepper, a dash of Tabasco, a finely chopped scallion, and a finely chopped bread-and butter pickle. The salad on a bed of fresh lettuce with the best hothouse tomato we could find (gosh I miss summer tomatoes!) sandwiched between slices of multigrain quinoa bread made a perfect early evening supper after our "mudlucious" (apologies to e.e. cummings) day.
Oh, and the E at the top of the post is a handmade vintage E from an old wooden sign. It's about two feet tall and it hangs on our living room wall. It has never had any particular significance other than that we like it. Neither of us has any names beginning with E, but we thought it was pretty when we saw it at an antiques store in Waldoboro, Maine, so home it came with us. Now I suppose it will forever stand for egg, which seems a perfectly lovely word to me.