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These colorful eggs all came from Ethel's friends. There are 19 hens and 1 rooster cavorting around in Lancy's San Francisco garden. I went to pick up more eggs this Easter Sunday.

As we chatted outside, I saw her neighbor weeding her garden and tossing them over the fence. In any other garden I would consider that passive aggressive behavior, but as I found out later, this is directed at the hens, not Lancy. As it turns out, it's a great treat for the chickens. According to her, chickens will eat anything green. I should borrow a few hens to clean up my garden...


They flocked to the fence and pecked and tossed the greenery about with utter glee, sort of like how a hobo might act if it were raining $50 dollar bills from the sky. Then again, I suppose anybody would, even if he weren't a hobo.
Her chickens lay an egg every day. 19 hens, 7 days a week, you do the math. Obviously Lancy can't eat them fast enough, so she gives them away to friends. She texts me a quick message when she's drowning in eggs and I BMOC, bring my own cartons, or there's no way to transport them home.

I'm more than happy to oblige because these eggs are so much more superior than any free-range, vegetarian, organic, happy-hen eggs than you can pick up at Whole Foods or even the farmer's markets in town. I don't know how to explain this dramatic superiority, but by saying if Lancy's egg is a freshly baked croissant, a store-bought egg is a slice of stale sandwich bread that's been sitting on the counter for 3 days.

These hens eat a more nutritious and organic diet than most of their human neighbors. You can see the difference in the color of the yolk, the hardness of their shells and the buttery taste and velvety texture.

So, I've been poring over my cookbooks for egg-centric recipes and so far I've made...
  • frittata (6 eggs)
  • pasta carbonara (3)
  • mayonnaise (3)
  • dashimaki (Japanese frittata) (5)
  • soft & hard-boiled eggs (the little ones taste the best) (many)
  • creme brulee (9)
  • I'll put an egg on virtually anything, rice, noodles, soup, pizza, salad, and on and on.
And I'm not running out of eggy things to make any time soon, or as long as the hens and Lancy are generous in sharing their bounty.

On one hand I'm juicing fresh vegetables and fruits, (daily, I might add) to cleanse my blood, but on the other hand I'm practically trying to induce a coronary episode with all of the riches on the above list. To clarify, it's not all being consumed by me in a single sitting. I'm pacing myself. But it's also a typical Gemini move to perform two contradicting acts simultaneously, without any qualms. I hope my doctor never reads this post.

I'm not even going to attempt to justify. I love eggs.

On a separate note on Easter and eggs, I'm about to end my stint at Adobe this week. What does that have to do with eggs? Well, when you work on a piece of software, you have the dubious honor of being buried inside the actual software as an Easter Egg. Unsuspecting users then accidentally click on a secret spot, or push the perfect combination of keys and your likeness will appear. At least that's what will happen in the upcoming launch of Flash. My face, along with everybody who worked on the program will appear in a slide show. You just have to find me.

Now I can cross off "becoming an easter egg" from my bucket list.

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