Admit it: you thought I forgot about Random Photo Friday.
Just a phase she went through, you said to yourself, with a shake of your head.
Didn't 'cha?
But what day is it today? And what do you see here?
Yeah, baby: not one but TWO photos to gently nudge you into your weekend.
That'll learn ya.
This is my mom, holding 3 eggs plucked straight from the nest of hay where they were laid. She sells them by the dozen to a few damn lucky select customers.
"I'm thinking I might have to raise my price," she said to me recently.
"Oh? How much are you charging now?" I asked.
"$2.00 a dozen. But I'm thinking I may have to increase it to $2.25."
TWO DOLLARS A DOZEN? I could practically buy a plane ticket, fetch the eggs, grab a cup of Stumptown on my way out and still come out ahead.
This is one of 4 pigs my parents are raising this year.
They eat zucchini + pea shoots + whatever is left over from the garden. My dad drives to a local upscale market twice a week and picks up all of the past-dated artisan bread and cuts it up in chunks to feed them in the evenings. (Psst, Barbara: perhaps you might entertain the notion of getting a pig? They help nicely with the issue you raised.)
Their date with the butcher arrives next week, and my mother tells me that they've sold all the meat already - I couldn't even bring myself to ask how much they charged.
There are still good deals left in the world. You just might have to head to North Plains, Oregon to find them.
Happy Friday!
