Eggs. Fresh eggs.
When Bossy lived on a farm she raised chickens. 27 of them. And every day Bossy collected a mass of eggs, which she would scramble to prepare. Heh. Fried eggs, frittatas, cakes — it was difficult to keep up.
But the thing Bossy learned while tending chickens is fresh eggs are completely different from what is sold in most markets. The yolk, when cracked is orange — and not just orange but über orange.
In addition, fresh eggs, when boiled, are almost impossible to peel — but this is a Favorite Thing, so Bossy won’t mention the whole impossible to peel thing.
These days Bossy purchases her eggs from markets that carry free range organic eggs blah blah blah and usually none of them come close to the kind of freshness she remembers.
With the exception of the above carton of eggs Bossy almost didn’t purchase, because she typically doesn’t like to purchase her eggs from the same store that sells inflatable water slides.
Who knew? And actually, the above egg photo was taken after they sat in Bossy’s fridge over the weekend. The initial cracked eggs were way more impressively fresh and orange.