It's early morning and everyone else is sleeping. I love this time of day when it's all quiet and still. Soon the boys will be up and clamouring for eggs. It's a weekend breakfast tradition at our house - pancakes on one day, eggs on the other.
Down the road from us is Brook Farm where I try to buy all our eggs. You can see the chickens running about outside behind the barn and they sound so happy. Knowing our food is local and grown or raised with care is more important to me than buying something labelled organic at the supermarket. And these taste so much better too. Now the ony question is scrambled or boiled?