Leila Shea Christensen

My family has chickens. I think they have about 40. I’m not sure. I never feed them – that’s my brothers’ job. Which is fine with me. Chickens sort of stink, after all. But one thing I do love about having chickens close – the eggs. Beautiful fresh wonderful eggs. They are so fantastic. The drawback? Well, after having been spoiled for so long by fresh eggs (I’ve been out in Missouri for almost 5 months), I simply CANNOT eat a “store-bought” egg. As in, it’s IMPOSSIBLE. I can’t order eggs anywhere – I just cannot stomach them if they are more than a day or two old. But the fresh eggs? Well, I can’t get enough of them. Poached eggs anyone?