The Egg Yolk That Stopped Me in My Tracks

yellow puddles I’m used to scooping out of a shell. But something about it felt… right. Natural. Like this was what eggs were supposed to look like all along.

And down the rabbit hole I went.

Because that yolk? It told me a story. About Chickens. About food. About how little I’d been paying attention to one of the most basic ingredients in my kitchen.continue reading …