Saturday, March 13, 2010

Debbled eggs

Yesterday my little helper and I made deviled eggs. Graham calls them debbled eggs, and I don't correct him. My kids are growing up fast enough as it is.


It's late winter, and the hens are laying at their peak. At any given time we've got about three dozen eggs in the fridge, so deviled eggs, fried eggs, egg salad sandwiches, etc. are the order of the day. Right now we're behind -- six dozen in the fridge. A nice problem to have.


The yolks at this time of year are fairly yellow. The picture actually makes them look yellower than they are. In the summer, when the hens forage outside and eat grass and seeds and bugs, the yolks turn a lovely deep orange.


The recent rains we've had, plus several days in the 30s have finally melted enough snow to expose some bare patches of ground. And to make a huge lake in our yard, a lake hidden under snow and slush. This lake covers most of the yard between the house and the barn. On the way to do goat chores this afternoon, I had to cross the lake. Two days ago it was only a few inches deep. Today I couldn't see the bottom very well because of the slush. But I figured it couldn't be more than six inches or so. I soon realized, however, that I was wrong -- the water was about fifteen inches deep. But I trudged on, figuring that my winter boots were waterproof up to mid-calf. Wrong again.

You know, just-melted ice water is very very cold.


Finally, a sprinkling of paprika over each debbled egg. My kids could eat five of these at a time if I let them. Although with six dozen eggs in the fridge, maybe I should let them.

10 comments:

Mama Pea said...

Ah loves dem debbled eggs!

Funny, our egg situation is just about identical to yours. Same amount of extra ones in the refrig right now.

I'm a little worried about you . . . may I suggest you take a snorkel when you go to the barn?

Erin said...

My son no longer calls tomatoes "bonatoes", but I still call them that, it's too cute! And we still say p'sketti too, and come to think of it, I think my mom is stuck saying it still after her kids are all grown, LOL

Mama Pea said...

My brother grew up loving and asking for scutterbotch pudding all the time.

Lucky Lizard Ranch said...

Great pics! Debbled eggs are so good!
Your helper is precious!

Jessika said...

Oh don't correct him! I love debbled eggs. My 3 year old calls her feet her " teats " and I LOVE it especially because we milk cows.

Leigh said...

What a cute helper you've got! I miss those days. My helper is all grown up.

Tammy Renee' Cupp said...

What a wonderful helper and I think everyone should call them "debbled eggs"!

Thistledog said...

Oh, I wish I had a little helper like that... and your egg problem, too!

Karen said...

I just love these updates!! By the4 way, can you email me the name of the hotel that Bethany and I should make reservations at? And maybe the phone number?!!! We can'
t wait to see you guys!

Jo said...

Us too!