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I grew up on a farm where we had free range eggs in abundance. There is nothing quite like the difference in taste between factory grown and processed, watered down crap and 100% free range from your own backyard eggs retrieved that morning.
In fact, one better was I had pet geese. She only laid for a certain amount of time each year, but you could have a one egg omelette that would fill your plate-after you wrestled the thing open.
I really miss farm fresh, produced by your own labor, straight from the backyard food. Hell, when we were fully up and running, the heat in the house would be from wood that we cut, split, stacked and stored ourselves, with 2 freezers full of a cow that we raised ourselves, a turkey that we raised from a chick on xmas that tasted like something not on this planet and for a few years mom would bake a lot of our own bread and do pickling in the fall.
NOw we save-on. Yippie.
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