My friends, the talented LaReau sisters, came to visit last month. I sent them each home with a dozen eggs. Kara had tasted them before, but this was Jenna’s first time eating eggs from my hens. This is what she says about them: “I’m going to have to come up with a new name for those other things I’d been frying up with my bacon in the morning, now that I know what real eggs taste like. Bleggs? Dreggs? You spoiled me!”

Thanks, Jenna. I’ve been trying to come up with another word for those factory-farmed supermarket eggs, and I think that dreggs is perfect!