You know when folks complain about how the waitress at their favorite coffee shop was rude to them again, or how a certain teacher in high school was always busting their chops, or how that one checkout clerk at the grocery store gave them the stink eye yet again, and you’re like “Uh huh” when, closer to the truth, you always exchange witty banter with that waitress, and still remain in touch with that teacher, and intentionally choose the line of that check-out clerk? You know, those instances wherein everyone else finds complaint or fault and you don’t/can’t/won’t?
Well, that’s me and my flock of hens in the winter. While it seems like everyone else is having reduced or seriously abbreviated egg output, ours is as strong as ever. And it’s always like this in the winter. I have no secret pixie dust or magic food or even mystical mojo I direct at them. They just historically continue to lay eggs all winter long out here in the cove.
What that has resulted in lately is a glut of eggs. As in, 3 dozen extra eggs. As in, please, friends, family, strangers, come help us eat our eggs. And that is exactly what happened today. Friends still in town for the holidays stopped by, along with some local lovelies. Everyone brought a dish to share (leftover Hoppin’ John for us, grits and homemade holiday sweets for one family, and lentil soup for another) and Glenn whipped up a stacked/layered “Strata/Frittata” (with collards in between and roasted red peppers on top). We served the whole shebang alongside hot buttered toast.
The older I get, the more joy I find in these simple, easy meals with friends. Impromptu, comforting, and full of laughter and deliciousness. Way less than a meal out, with lots of room for the littles to run around to boot. We can be as loud as we want, have complete control over the temperature and music selections, and can linger as long as we like. The drinks are cheaper, the service is stellar (!), and, when the meal is collaboratively pulled off, the selection of eats is large. And if we happen to be able to work our way through our ever-expanding collection of winter-laid eggs in the process, all the better!