Breakfast today was an important one for the people of the Button household. We finished up our eggs…the last we intend to buy from a supermarket. To mark the occasion I made veggie bacon and egg toast cups and they were very yummy indeed.
In future our much reduced consumption of eggs shall come from a local lady’s chickens. She lives not too far away and keeps chickens and goats. We will be able to potter down with Thom and point and smile at the chickens, then take a half dozen eggs from the bottom of her drive and leave a pound coin in the bucket…like a secret drug drop, but with eggs. Mr Snuffbox (affectionately known as Uncle Queenie after today’s mix up around cake naming) has been fundamental in the set up of operation egg. He reliably informs us that the eggs will all be of different sizes and colours and we shall see for ourselves the happy conditions under which the chickens are kept. This sudden wake up call was brought to me by the extremely beautifully written and informative Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer. I’m only on page 63 and can’t wait to read the whole thing, after which I may just read it all again.