The other night when I made bread, Vince and I were talking about how so many things have evolved. Take bread for example. Our grandparents probably made all their own bread. Some may have ground their own wheat. But then, they were able to buy store bought bread and didn’t have to make their own bread. I guess they were happy about that. For us, the bread we buy doesn’t taste anything like the bread we make and when I do buy bread because I haven’t had time to make it, we just kinda shake our heads at the difference in taste and texture. I made popovers last night. They’re so simple . . kinda no fail and no yeast and no kneading and they’re so good.
Another example is eggs. My grandma had chickens and we always had fresh eggs when we were at her house. Mom bought store bought eggs.
The little white egg is a store bought large egg. The brown eggs came from a local chicken.
The store bought eggs are watery and thin. These fresh eggs are amazingly different from the store bought eggs. When mom bought the eggs at the store way back when (ok . . in the 60’s) and then we ate eggs on weekends at my grandma’s, did we notice the huge difference? I was a kid and I didn’t so either there wasn’t so much of a difference back then or my parents just didn’t care because they didn’t want to mess with chickens of their own.
I call the quilt shop and she tells a local quilter who has chickens and next thing I know, the eggs are at the quilt shop waiting for me. How many of you can do that in your town?? Told you this is a great place to live!