When I went out Sunday to feed Dominique and collect an egg, hopefully, there was one egg. I brought it into the house and immediately scrambled it along with the egg from Saturday. Now, that is my idea of fresh eggs, not the store bought ones that proclaim "fresh" on the carton. I just wish I had cooked bacon, too.
I have two store eggs and another fresh egg that will go into a pound cake. I don't know why, but I have the urge for pound cake so I can put strawberries or peaches over it. It's box mix, so I don't know how it will turn out. Plus, I bought frozen strawberries last month, and the peaches are canned and from the store.
My mother would need eggs for whatever she was cooking and would send me out to gather eggs. Now, I was a teen when this happened. I would whine and beg and plead and cry trying to get out of the chore. There were other big kids and teens who were not so terrified of chickens. Maybe she meant to "cure" me of my fear. It did not work at all!
Since my pet rooster and only chicken brutally attacked me when I was four, I was still terrified of all chickens.
I just knew the hens would peck me to death and in my eyes as I tried to get an egg from under a setting hen. Their nests were about waist high, but I still had to get close to get an egg. She would be shocked I keep chickens now, really shocked since I kept my distance from chickens and the chicken yard.
Even when I bought day-old chicks and raised them by hand, I was not "cured" of my fear. And, I only keep hens.
Still, I never turn my back on a rooster. I do have a fear of roosters that is unabated even now.
Do you ever have the chance to eat or bake with an egg freshly gathered? What fear or trauma have others tried to "cure" in you? My "cure" further traumatized me! Did the "cure" work for you?