Growing up as a 'white bread' kid in the 60's and 70's, I had never had a farm fresh egg, nor local hand-made bacon.
So you can imagine my delight when, exactly 40 years ago today on our honeymoon, we stayed with some friends of my parents on the Maine coast (Brooklin, in Penobscot Bay, on a little inlet called Herrick's Bay -- just visited there again last week) and they provided fresh local eggs and bacon for our breakfasts. It was truly ambrosial!
(Of course, being in the first days of our honeymoon, in a romantic little converted boathouse out over the water might also have had something to do with it.)
But I can attest that fresh eggs are night and day compared to store bought.
(Of course, we're spoiled now, getting our eggs from friends who raise free-range chickens, so fresh eggs are just table stakes.)
So you can imagine my delight when, exactly 40 years ago today on our honeymoon, we stayed with some friends of my parents on the Maine coast (Brooklin, in Penobscot Bay, on a little inlet called Herrick's Bay -- just visited there again last week) and they provided fresh local eggs and bacon for our breakfasts. It was truly ambrosial!
(Of course, being in the first days of our honeymoon, in a romantic little converted boathouse out over the water might also have had something to do with it.)
But I can attest that fresh eggs are night and day compared to store bought.
(Of course, we're spoiled now, getting our eggs from friends who raise free-range chickens, so fresh eggs are just table stakes.)