![]() (Chicken cooked on long metal rods turned in a giant fireplace in front of a wood fire.) We were greeted very enthusiastically as most reservations for the weekend had been cancelled due to the weather. We then decided to continue on to a grilled chicken place we like. She chose the steaks to sell us based on a probable cooking date of tomorrow night. If they haven't aged a few days they will be too tough. Anyway, the big question was: do they have ostrich steaks? Yes! But she wanted to know when we'd be eating them. I'm not a big fan of the stuff, so I can't report on what difference the size of the eggs makes. Here they had egg liqueur from ostrich eggs. First fun thing noticed: At the Easter market we could have bought egg liqueur made with quail eggs. Could the ostrich farm be back in production after the winter break? They were open, so we went in. We even got behind the truck salting the road for a while, and the snow, while still falling, doesn't seem to be accumulating. While we're in the area, let's take the smaller roads back. Too expensive and do I really need to roll butterfly patterns onto cookie dough? But at least I found something to buy after dragging us up there. I picked up a rolling pin that makes butterfly patterns. Bleh! My husband stopped at the hat stand, and was finally able to get an acceptable deal on a Stetson. ![]() The heating wasn't working (even as well as usual). The stands I had really wanted to see at the Easter market weren't there this year. Not quite enough to make driving really hard, but not nice to push a walker through, especially in a medieval castle where the going is rough anyway. ![]() Of course an hour later and further north and higher up there was more. There had been snow forecasted, but just a few flakes in the air as we left. We made an excursion yesterday that got off to a bad start. The one interesting item in that was the suggestion that the bird *needed* to go through rigor mortis, or else it would be tough. Here's an interesting piece (don't read it if you're squeamish, but then, anyone that 's read this through so far should know what to expect). Truthfully, I recall ALWAYS having the bird go in the fridge for a while, and being killed early enough that it could go there. If it weren't headed into spring, I'd have probably got a nice duck to roast as well. It was a few hours from kill to dinner (they were in the fridge in the mean time), but they were very tasty.Īll this talk made me pick up Cornish game hens from the grocery store. Still, I remember the roosters being culled from the flock (because you need, at most, one or two), and I know that a couple of them ended up as dinner, with the rest going in the freezer. It's been a long, long time since I had anything to do with freshly killed anything, mostly because I've lived a different life, not from any philosophical change in outlook. Reminds me of my first taste of farm fresh whole milk as a child. I added veggies in the pan, and I have to say that was the best egg dish I've ever tasted. Those yolks did not want to break and blend. Beating them with my fork was like carving through dough. ![]() Those yolks were so perky and intimately attached to the whites. When I made scrambled eggs this weekend, the freshness and quality were abundantly apparent. They are jumbo sized, but seemed much denser than any eggs I've ever handled. When I picked up the carton to take it out to the car, I was amazed at its weight. Penny told me to be careful, as they weren't candled, just floated in water to remove any old eggs. (We had gotten acquainted last summer when I helped harvest their potatoes.) Her grand wanted me to share in the abundance. She has been nurturing them through the winter and they've begun laying again like gangbusters. She said her early-teen granddaughter had rescued a flock of 30 or so from a neighbor who was disposing of them because they had stopped laying. Last week, another co-worker stopped by with a carton of eggs for me. I felt virtuous, but otherwise there was no difference. My neighbor in KY has sold me eggs, a co-worker at the office has brought in eggs for us, I've bought "free-range" eggs at various market booths and grocery stores. I've been trying to up-shop for quality eggs. I just wanted to share my experience with some chicken eggs. It sure has been quiet around these parts for a while. ![]()
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