How was your Easter/spring weekend? Did you do anything special? If you’re curious as to how my weekend with the manly friend’s family went, check out m’Musings. It was quite an eventful couple of days.
And today was a hugely eventful day for me.
Let me repeat that — HUGELY eventful.
Today I did something I haven’t done in over 14 months…I bought eggs.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my diet (as in what I eat, not to lose weight). Along with that thinking has come a lot of questioning about why I choose to eat the way I do, how sustainable and feasible it is for me personally, and how much enjoyment I get out of it. And I’ve come to some interesting conclusions.
While I will be the first to say how delicious a medium-rare bacon-wrapped filet mignon is, I don’t see myself eating meat anytime soon. Dairy isn’t good for my asthma. But what about eggs?
Eggs are really incredible. My fascination with the correlation between the shape of eggs and the strength of Roman and Greek arches aside, there are few things I dislike about eggs. They’re damn tasty. They’re versatile. They’re low calorie, low carb, and high protein.
And they’re natural. Ya see, eaters, I didn’t become vegan for ethical reasons, but I guess it’s inevitable that vegans read a good bit about animal treatment. As a result, I gag a little when people have asked me to buy them meat at the grocery store. But chickens naturally produce eggs. Without having to be killed. Therefore, it is possible to produce eggs humanely. And it just so happens I found the perfect farm.
|Massey Creek Farms, sold in the Piedmont-Triad area, NC|
As it turns out, the professor that taught me Quakerism last year owns a farm. His farm not only produces organic grass-fed beef, but also organic, free-range eggs. That picture on the front of the carton? It’s a picture of the chickens in their field with their mobile coop. Oh yes, a mobile coop. So that way the chickens always have a fresh area to graze in. Not a bad life, right?
And this, m’eaters, is not a bad sight.
No, in fact it’s a beautiful sight.
As is this.
And when you combine it with this (and a lot of Frank’s Red Hot)
A beautiful lunch is born.
Full of protein, flavor, and chew.
I might be a little rusty and thus overcooked the eggs a little…
But they were still perfect to me. Because anything you’ve been craving for over a year tastes amazing.
So what do you think, eaters? Are you angry and abandoning me for eating some eggs? Or do you understand where I’m coming from?
I surely hope it’s the latter. Because I really do appreciate your readership.
I’ll give you some time to think it over. And by time, I mean until I post tomorrow. That seems adequate, right?