Chickens and eggs and omelettes

Down at the other side of the meadow…

around a little summer cottage…

is our neighbour’s hen house and six hens.

The hens are usually left inside their run, but sometimes get to wander out onto the meadow.

Most days the hens are left to themselves, and we are invited to visit and collect the eggs. I can’t tell you how exciting it is for me (city girl) to be able to reach under a fat hen and pull out a warm egg.

For an even trade, every day I bring them dandelions, grasses for them to root thru for bugs, seeds, clovers, and when the fruit is ripe, apples and plums from our garden.

They run to the fence when they see us coming.

Today we collected five eggs and decided on omelettes for supper.

Each time I break one of those hard shells and see the rich yellow yolks, I’m determined to have some chickens of my own.

Do you like omelettes? I love them. So simple. As a matter of fact, that was the first thing I learned how to cook at Cordon Bleu. They say omelettes can make or break a chef. Three eggs, a bit of milk, some herbs, a pinch of salt…divine. We usually vary the fillings depending on what we feel like (or what we have on hand.)

Tonight: red peppers, onions, and bacon, with feta for R and cheddar for me.

Adding a tomato salad and supper is served. 😀