- My mother hated egg whites. Scrambled eggs had to be perfectly blended. I think of her every time I scramble eggs.
- On the rare occasions that we’d have breakfast out and we’d order fried eggs, she’d take my yolks and I’d take her whites.
- I’m told she made a great lemon meringue pie, but I have no memories of her making it.
- Until quite recently, Baguette ate a lot of scrambled eggs. I would fix one for her each morning and take it to school. Last week, though, her teacher told me that she’d been throwing them away because Baguette wasn’t eating them.
- After 2015, no California hens can be kept in battery cages; Prop 2, which voters approved and Governor Schwarznegger signed, requires that the animals have enough room to stretch their wings and turn around.
- I only buy eggs from California.
- Mr. Sandwich and I like the idea of having a backyard coop, and Los Angeles allows that, but we’re not sure that our back yard is set up to let us have a coop the required distance from other structures and still have a back yard.
- The farmers market sells eggs from a farm 1-1/2 miles away. They cost twice as much as the most humane eggs I can find at the store, but it’s hard to get more local than that.
The store egg yolks seem to break much more easily. The local egg yolk didn’t break at all. That’s store yolk you see there.