There is something delightful about knowing that you are using your dollar to support local farms and to vote for real food. Yes, it feels very democratic and satisfies the little revolutionist in me. However, what really tickles me about farm eggs is opening a dozen and finding natural easter eggs year round. Truth be told, my current farmers do not keep Araucanian hens, so we do not get to enjoy those beautiful blue eggs, but when I first made the switch to real eggs (pastured hens, living as hens
were designed to live, eating things like BUGS and food scraps and some occasional soy-free grain), we always had an assortment. They are healthier, yes, but they are also just plain beautiful. There is an irresistible aesthetic with real food for me. I buck at conformity. I enjoy seeing eggs of slightly differing color and texture and shape. It shouts "REAL" to me in a way industrialized, standardized sameness does not. In real life there are no identical trees, no identical people, no identical eggs. When everything is unique, everything is worth studying. In the case of eggs, it might be a short study, but a satisfying one every time.
Real eggs are delightful, and worth the slightly elevated price. Find a farm near you!
(photo credits from top to bottom: Farm Fresh Eggs Sign, Eggs of Many Colors, Eggs in Basket)