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An Egg Magnified In Size And Taste

As someone who is a lifelong devotee of eggs, I never thought anything could make the experiences I have had, savored and celebrated over years around eggs seem any less special than my mind think of them as being.

This last weekend, Geese Eggs have changed that for me and for Charlie and our friends Kate and Paul from Stoke on Trent.

All three of us, big fans of eggs, have been changed forever.

Geese eggs were a first for all four of us, and at first taste, we all exclaimed culinary epiphany.

Never had we tasted eggs so beautifully delicious and in fact so egg like (as they ought to be) and perfect! These eggs seemed to be just grander versions of our other wondrous eggs, given to us by the girls I so love and romance.

These eggs were not any gamier at all. But the yolks huge and ample. And plentiful to the point that you could enjoy the large amount of white and have plenty of yolk to smother every bit of the white and also the slices of bread you bit on to celebrate the deliciousness of a simply fried egg.

In short, larger is better in this case!

Look for geese eggs and savor them. You will find a new romance and belief in eggs. And also discover a great way of enjoying just one egg. And at least for a moment, thinking you are eating light. Fooling yourself into that thought really. But, totally worth it! These are a new gift the farm has given us. And I am now waiting for the next awakening of my mind and senses....

Eggs Galore!

Every night, no matter what city I am at, I call home, and to Charlie's chagrin, ask about how many eggs he found in the chicken coop that day. For some reason, that one piece of information, is important to me. The numbers hardly matter. It is my connection to the farm, the animal life there, and to my own sanity.

Collecting eggs when I am at the farm has become a ritual. And I know it peeves Charlie, since he feels all I am interested in are the chickens and their eggs, and ignore the goats and alpacas and our geese.

Of course that is not true. The animals at the farm, each kind, captivate a different part of me. And are each as dear to me as the other.

Eggs though, and the girls laying them, have a way of distracting me. They have me smitten and charmed. They keep me hungry and also sated.

And chickens and their eggs were the reason I agreed to consider a life in a rural setting. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to raise chickens and feed on farm fresh eggs.