Question: Can the average Joe (or Bro) REALLY tell the difference between a fresh egg and an egg from the fridge?
As keepers of chickens, we get that question semi frequently. We always answered with a resounding “YES” because, well, we want to feel justified in our chicken raising. But can we really tell or is it just wishful thinking? Who better to test this theory than the one and only Bro? A manboy who exists solely on a diet of sloppy joes and ravioli and has practically no picky eating habits to speak of whatsoever is the perfect subject on which to test this theory.
Hypotheses: I predict, that even with the palate of a common man, fair Bro will be able to distinguish the fresh egg from the friged one.
To test accurately and fairly, it had to be a truly blind taste test with both eggs prepared under identical conditions. Both eggs would be cooked over easy, on the same type of pan, cooked over the same heat for the same length of time. They would even be served on the same plate. No differentiation whatsoever.
Bro chooses his favorite.
The Result: In the end, Bro finished both eggs but said there was a clear difference, and the fresher egg was “more robust.” He said there was more flavor, thought it wasn’t over powering…just preferable.
So there you have it. Fresh eggs are finer. Another hypothesis tested and proven.
Special thanks to Frannie Sue, the Scientific Method and Bro for contributing to this post.
Little Francis Sue has joined the egg layers club. Yesterday we found two tiny bright white eggs in the coop.
Her egg laying days could not have come at a better time since Marion is on hiatus from her egg laying. Her embryos are nowhere to be found, at least not in the coop; although it’s possible she could have stashed them somewhere in the yard as she is known to do. If she did take a vacation from laying, I can’t blame her. It’s too hot outside to do anything but think about being inside.
At any rate, here’s a toast to Francis Sue’s coming of age and the promise of many omelettes to come.
We’ve been busy weatherizing the house and garden in preparation for these 5 degree-ers we’ve got coming this week. Heath built mini greenhouses around the gardens, moved small plants inside and made sure the chicken house had some insulation to protect them from the wind. Even Marion’s brood got a new home.
On the sly, we moved the eggs indoors, bundled them in a towel, and placed them over a heating pad. Our efforts might be worthless, but if we are able to hatch an egg from this scheme, then we might put incubator companies out of business. Only time will tell.
It froze in Austin today and the cold caused rolling power outages throughout the city. They were so severe that several school districts closed their doors for the day. Things are suppose to get colder tomorrow and my fingers are crossed for a snow day.
Since egg number one arrived two weeks ago, Heath and I have been checking the chicken coop routinely for new eggs, finding roughly one every 4 days or so. While we were THRILLED with the recent egg production, we were a little bummed she wasn’t yielding more. We had heard that a healthy chicken can produce one egg every day, so we got to work making sure our chicken was as happy as possible:
- We covered their sleeping shelter with a blanket to keep them warm at night
- We let them roam the yard throughout the day to scratch for bugs
- We check on their food and water supply every day, changing it out more frequently.
Still, we weren’t seeing the results we wanted until today, when realized an incredible truth…Marion has been laying decoy eggs in the chicken house to protect the real batch she has been tending to in a sheltered corner of the yard.
All along she has been secretly nesting! Heath and I were so excited; we may have a whole batch of baby chicks soon! There is much research to be done to figure out how best to care for these little babies (we assume them to be hatchable since Ruby is a rooster), but we are optimistic that we will have at least a few little chicks in the coming weeks.
It’s a Martin Luther King Junior Day MIRACLE! Today Marion became the proud parent of a healthy 2-ounce egg. After seven months of pampering we finally have an egg out of our chicken.
It was delicious. Here’s hoping there are many more to come.