Tag: #farmfresheggs

Food for Thought

If you don’t have your health, you have nothing.

Everything thing we do is a choice. It’s not just the big decisions, it’s all the small ones that lead through life. Start today by being selective.
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I’m not a picky eater but I’m very selective about what I eat. What goes into my body?

Real food. No fast food. I rarely eat outside my kitchen. There are no cans of food in my pantry.

I shop at three different grocery stores. Each store has certain items we enjoy. I love local Farmer’s Markets but I don’t allow time to go often enough. One thing I’m passionate about is farm fresh eggs.

I bought some eggs from the grocery store that would do until the market came around, or so I thought. When I began making brunch I knew there was no way those eggs were going into our bodies.

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They are pale yellow with a firm yolk.

I remembered a local antique shop used to sell eggs from a nearby farm, so I called the shop and she had some eggs. Brunch was saved!

Here are farm fresh eggs. I love the colors.

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Each breed of chicken will lay their own color egg. The ones that look white are actually a pale green from the Ameraucana, also known as Easter eggs.

Here is what they look like out of the shell.

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I couldn’t capture good light, but they are gold in color. The yolk is so soft you can literally stir them without whisking. Complete happiness.

This is one area of our lives we have complete control over. What we put in our mouths.

Be selective my lovelies.

Enjoy your day and much love to you! Barb.

Transitioning to Organic

A friend made a comment about the Food for One post.

She said, “Buying all organic is expensive!”

I used to think so too, so what happened? Just like every form of change, it took baby steps in the right direction.

The first time we bought Tillamook cheese. My daughter and I were standing in an organic supermarket staring at the large block for $7.00. This young lady rushes up next to us, with a baby strapped to her front, a toddler by the hand, and grabs a block of cheese. She looked at us and said, “It’s the main reason I come in here. Worth every penny!”

We use that cheese for everything, and it grates beautifully. I stopped buying pre-grated cheese because of the caking agent used to prevent clumping.

When we ran out of milk, we replaced it with Organic. We used to drive to a local dairy farm and buy raw milk. If you have access to that you are in heaven. Raw milk has a head of cream, so you are getting your milk and creamer in one.

It takes a long time for 2 people to go through a gallon of milk, and the raw milk was sold in gallons. We couldn’t drink it before it expired, so we opted for a half-gallon of Organic. It’s the same price, or less, than a store brand gallon of milk.

Whenever we would run out of a normal item, we would replace it with an Organic, or farm raised version. We raised chickens for years, and learned about fresh eggs. We raised certain chickens for colored eggs.

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The shell color effect taste. They are just pretty.

Years later, our pantry is not full of junk. We rarely buy anything canned, or food in a box. We try to stick to the 5 ingredient rule. If the item has more than 5 ingredients listed, it stays at the store. It may have more than 5, but we make sure we know what they are. Oreos excluded.

A Metal Rooster

Maybe you don’t know of my love for chickens. This time of year farm supply stores have an abundance of baby chicks, bunnies, and ducks for Easter. The children love them, and my daughter was no different.

The first time we stepped inside a farm supply store, she was 5 years old. Seeing all the babies, there was no way I could deny her a few baby chicks.

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What I thought I was buying for her, turned into a long time passion of mine. For years I had chickens, and loved having fresh eggs everyday.

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I had chickens that laid a variety of colors. Some of my most healing moments were spent cleaning the chicken coop while listening to music. It was where I would escape while building up the courage to leave my 25 year marriage. Being there brought me peace in difficult times.

Chickens got me through it. What looked like caring for them, was really very soothing for me.

They all brought me joy, but there was one that followed me around the yard. Her name was Reese. She knew my life was in turmoil, and she would show up throughout the day like she was checking on me.

She wouldn’t come in the house, but she would get as close as she could. Here she is sitting in a planter by the front door. She laid her daily egg in that pot.

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Isn’t she beautiful? She’s a Polish hen.

I’m speaking in past tense, because none of my chickens are with me anymore. I brought them with me to our new life on 40 acres, but we had possums that would come at night, and get into the coop.

I tried everything to keep the chickens safe including moving the coop closer to the house. It was up on the deck by the back door, but the opossum wasn’t deterred.

I won’t put another life in danger for my happiness. I worried over those chickens every night, so the joy was already gone. I was now in ‘protection’ mode to see if I could keep them safe and I couldn’t.

A metal rooster is what I have today.

It reminds me of my time with them, but it doesn’t need my protection. It braves the elements all on it’s own.

 

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Meet Every Need

As I pressed down the handle of the Keurig this morning, for my sunshine in a cup, I glanced over at the K-cup supply. I have them in a red wire basket that I used to gather eggs in when I raised chickens. Raising chickens was a sweet time in my life, so I enjoy getting to reuse this basket today.

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Noticing the supply was getting low, I made a note to pick some up next time in town. Then God reminded me of a box above the microwave, nestled in the cabinet, just waiting for me.

I had purchased a couple of boxes of K-cups last week and only put half in the basket. The other half were in that box in the cabinet just waiting.

Whenever I think of a basic need, it may not be sitting out in front of me, but it’s nearby. If I have something someone else needs, I give it to them. God promises to supply all our needs and He does. In my life, He goes above and beyond just needs, because I don’t know what I need until a need arises.

I’m still just gonna trust Him to meet every need.