I LOVE EGGS. Hold on. Let me climb up to my roof and shout it to you. Ok. Back. Did you hear me?? Because I LOVE EGGS!
Please excuse me if I come off preachy. But I’m about to drop some conviction on this blog. And it has nothing to do with weddings.
I used to hate eggs. Way back before Omnivore’s Dilemma was written, before Super Size Me, when we were all younger and ate at McDonalds without much thought… well, I did anyway. I used to hate eggs. Pale, sickly yellow, a little slimey, bland. It seemed to me like eggs didn’t really have much going for them. And then a couple of years ago I read Omnivore’s Dilemma.
I learned about the food that I eat. I came to be a person who is grossed out by the fact that chicken is sold for a dollar a pound at my grocery store. Call me a chicken hugger if you like, but 1 dollar for a pound of life?? I came to believe that meat SHOULD be expensive, and that I was eating too much of it (at every meal!). Now don’t get me wrong. I am not a vegetarian, and I don’t think I ever could part with the succulent flesh of a creature of the field (sorry veggies!). But I think a lot more about what I’m eating, where it’s coming from, and who has brought it to my table.
Now, New Yorkers. If you love EGGS, you NEED to go here:
It’s ok. You can splurge. Order the Omega 3’s. YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED. These are THE BEST EGGS I HAVE EVER EATEN!!! Do you like your yolks soft and runny? These eggs are like butter, and you don’t need a grain of salt. They’ll even deliver them to your apartment – Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn. Heaven. Not to even mention their delectable selection of raw milks, cheeses and butter, and freshly slaughtered meats.
After reading the aforementioned book, I searched for good quality food. Food that, if I really wanted to, I could go to the farm and bring home. Fresher than the fresh we are peddled at the hormone addled chain supermarket. I want to eat like a human again. And so, I, as a personal choice, have (as much as I can) removed my contribution to a system of food production that feels to me like the world is ending. Epic. I know, I can be epic sometimes.
SO. Now, I live in the Berkshires (though I still have my business in NYC). I am surrounded by farms, rolling snowy, soon to be green hills. The forests here are lush like a jungle. The crops are small and varied. The food – the meat!!! Well. Living here, feels to me like what living and eating in France must be like. Almost. And I get my eggs from the guy who has chickens and works at the local bookstore. How much more back to basics can you get?? I remember years ago when I first stumbled upon the markets of Paris. The chickens hung by their feet in the windows, or on carts. They still had their heads, and feathers from the neck up. I had to look that chicken in the face before I cooked it up and put it in my mouth!
I started this post, because I wanted to again, shout from the rooftops, that I learned a couple of days ago, after much trial and tribulation, how to poach an egg. It’s been a long journey, but I finally did it. Though I’m learning right now, that I guess that’s not the point. The point is, this concoction below is my favorite breakfast. This meal has made me feel like I’m committing a sin if I order an egg white omelet. Some guys chicken put so much energy and effort to deliver this amazing jewel of nature, and I intend to honor it as best as I can.
ps – above: Wheat Farm Bread from the Berkshire Bakery, Aged Cheddar from Hawthorne Valley Farm (purchased from the actual farm 30 minutes from where I sit), broiled together in the oven. 1 poached Omega 3 egg from the Feather Ridge Farm in the Hudson Valley. I like my eggs pretty runny. YUUUUUUMMM!!