We drug ourselves out of bed early to head to the Keller Farmer's Market on Saturday because a neighbor told me eggs are one of the first things to sell out. There were lots of samples available: cheddars, goat cheese, fancy schmancy herbed breads, honeys, soaps, candles, all the in-season veggies, and then we saw the eggs! GIDDY!!! Beautiful, speckled-y green, brown, tan...two dozen of them!!! I almost knocked a lady over trying to get to the booth. Had I knocked her over, I would have tripped over her and hit the ground mydamnself, so karma was looking out for her. Once I reached the table, I excitedly asked the lady how much for her eggs?
Eight dollars.
For the both?
No, each.
What?
They were delivered fresh this morning.
Silently, in my head, I was all...I don't care if they were delivered five seconds ago by Mr. Baby Jeezus himself, for eight dollars, those little shit specks all over those eggs better start glittering in the sun because for EIGHT DAMN DOLLARS, they better have some gold on them! But what I really said was...
Ok, thanks.
And then walked away, deflated, disappointed, dejected. I bet those yolks were a beautiful, deep yellow. I bet they were golden! Le sigh...
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