there were two hens laying in the same nest.
i did not wait to see which would be the designated “settee” to incubate the clutch.
eta: we did enjoy a very “egg-y” dish!
The post to which I am replying is my last update from “trumpgolftrack.com.”
Here is how it looks now:
Notice what is missing? I stopped posting updates because they stopped documenting the price of eggs. They were citing a government source. I suppose the numbers are no longer considered trustworthy. That could explain why the prices were shown to be dropping off so dramatically.
Now, instead, they have a stock ticker showing the values of Trump Media and Tesla.
I wouldnt be surprised if Trump thinks he’s buying Turkey eggs.
How will they get here? They can’t roll downhill from South Korea? The only place we can get eggs from is CANADA! /s
I would bet you, if pressed, he doesn’t know what eggs are or where they come from.
D bought eggs Wed the 19th at Kroger. He got a dozen for under $6.
All their own brand egg shelves were empty.
ETA
Actual date
Wow. Again, a headline that could be genuine today.
[from The Onion]
…said a USDA spokesperson, citing the practice as a popular method of food preparation that dates back to the Great Depression, when many Americans had nothing on hand in the pantry, making hunger a practical alternative for many meals.
IRL that reminds me of my grandmother’s recipe box, which my dad inherited when I was a kid, and we made use of. You can imagine the recipe cards, handwritten in cursive with a fountain pen, mostly from the Great Depression and WW2 eras. A number of the recipes included her own notes for being frugal, such as:
1 cup sugar (¾ will do)
2 eggs (one egg will do)
What’s not captured is the fact that no recipes were needed unless one was trying to make a dessert for a special occasion.
Boiling root vegetables and potatoes in water to make ‘stew’, for example, needs no precise measurements.
I didn’t know my grandmother, but yes, as I recall, many of the recipes were indeed for cakes and cookies—and I think I was the one who inherited her interest in baking, so I naturally noticed and remembered those notes that she made.
And now you’ve got me thinking of the folktale of Stone Soup, for which the unwritten recipe was “Sharing”, and no one went hungry
Costco North Alabama had NO eggs at all today. Nada, zero, zilch. They had rearranged the walk-in cooler room so that there wasn’t even space for them.