Sometimes it’s the simple things in life that make me want to jump up and down and cheer. Like yesterday, for example… There are a couple of Farmers Markets that I enjoy going to in my area; one is closer to me than the other, but the closer one starts at 3:00 P.M. on Friday and is harder for me to get to before all the good stuff is gone since I don’t get home from work until after 2:00 P.M. I’m glad I have the option of the one that’s farther away in case I miss my window of opportunity, but it opens at 7:00 A.M. on Saturday, and really I enjoy sleeping in on the weekends if I am able.
Anyhow, after work yesterday it was my goal to make it to the Farmers Market closest to me as close to 3:00 P.M. as possible because I know the one thing I absolutely have to have will be gone in no time, even though there are several market vendors who carry them. These things go fast because they are so good and fresh. I almost thought I was going to be out of luck to get what I was going for yesterday, as I left later than planned and had one errand I had to run before I made it to the Market. But, SCORE! I did a little happy dance inside when I snagged the prize before they were all gone! What are these fabulous things? I’ll show you:
Farm fresh, free range eggs! They are a little more expensive than store-bought eggs, but so much better for you. They are the one thing I splurge on every week. I make my breakfast for the workweek with them: a casserole or breadless “strata” with sausage, cheese, bell peppers of every color, heavy cream, and these wonderful little ovoids pictured above (yes, I took the photo!). Even if I can’t afford grass fed beef, or grass fed butter and cheese all the time, I can get a powerful nutritional punch from these babies at a fraction of the cost for what I’d pay for breakfast at work or pre-prepared elsewhere, so it’s very much worth it to me.
The prices for a dozen of these beauties range anywhere from $3.50 to $4.50 in my area. The vendor with the cheapest price is at the Farmers Market on Friday, the most expensive are at the Saturday Market (and it costs more money for gas to get there, since it’s farther away). That’s another reason I rush home from work on Fridays, a piratess on a quest for her treasure!
The vendor who sells these cheapest eggs is a family of Anabaptists, or German Baptists, or some other of the sects whose men wear beards and women wear prayer coverings, but they have a truck and calculators, and a small electric refrigerator, so they aren’t Amish. I want to ask what they are because I’m curious, but I don’t want to be rude. They are very nice people, and the man who sold me the eggs this week just about fell all over himself to help me. Ha ha! I guess men are men no matter what religion!
Do you have a weekly splurge?
What is your favorite way to eat eggs, or do you hate them?