I’m with Britain on this one

by allthoughtswork

 

A new friend just gave me a dozen fresh eggs from her free range farm. And I don’t mean free range the way the USDA defines it, I mean chickens actually out in real grass and fuckin’ fresh air, 24/7. I saw them, I petted them, I held one. Chickens are like feathered Xanax, they’re adorable.

She practices the British method of egg storage. The eggs tasted amazing and the yolks were orange, not yellow, case closed.

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