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Life Begins at Sixty-Five
Monday, September 08, 2008
Exotic eggs and locovores
3 Comments:
To be truthful, I much prefer a bevy of quails to the equivalent number of their eggs. A bit too esoteric for me.
I love seeing the little ones scurrying around.
Ostrich eggs I could live with, if I did any baking (Not), seeing that one egg would probably make two pound cakes.
I have had poached quail eggs on toast. I really liked it. I don't know if I liked it because of the novelty or if it was actually better then chicken eggs.
Truthfully I'm not an egg person if I really think about what they are. Though one has to use them for baking or course and I do do an occasional scramble. I try to buy local eggs just because it seems they'll be fresher. Or eggs labeled organic which are usually from Pennsylvania. Somehow I cant bring myself to buy food or much of anything from Walmart. But thanks for the esoteric tour of a New Jersey market.
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