And I watched it first. It said no views. I claim firsties.
Two headed chickens for all.

And now I want an fried egg sandwich. Good thing I haven't eaten dinner yet.

Those eggs came out of those chickens. We travel less than 3 miles to buy our eggs. Sometimes we have to wait for them to be cleaned because they just came out of the chickens. They are irregularly sized. This makes them wonderful for recipes.

So the good thing about living in Iowa is having chickens running around while the bad thing is having Presidential candidates running around. Does it balance out? I don't know.

When I was growing up, my uncle took advantage of the money he married into to get out of Cleveland where he grew up and buy some land near Wooster, Ohio where he set up an egg ranch. It was a beautiful rural area until you went inside the two barns full of totally-not-free-range chickens (it was definitely factory farming back in the 1960s). The smell was... well, concentrated chicken shit.

Out here in the inbetween-LA-and-SF part of California, I could have chickens but I'd have to pay extra rent for the space for the pen. Still it's nice to see that the local semi-supermarkets sell local eggs from a ranch in Los Osos, about 10 miles away. But in my heart, I know it's probably a big smelly barn like my uncle's.

And when I make a fried egg sandwich, I usually break the yolk (or two) and cook it over-hard, because I have enough trouble with stuff spilling out of sandwiches and staining my shirt without adding egg yolk to the mix, but that's just me.

I don't like a hard yolk in my over easy eggs, seems to defeat the point, although I am running the risk of drippy accident, which I know too well.

I know someone who has a flock of chickens and a turkey or two, as well as some ducks, that follow him around (especially funny if you know the guy), who has informed me of how little cage free and organic on a label actually means.

It's probably my lack of access to unrefridgerated, really fresh eggs, but I haven't noticed a dramatic difference in egg taste from farm fresh eggs to store bought eggs.

Did the double yolk layer get injured? Is it a chicken fissure problem? Now I'm all concerned.

When I was growing up in Orange, CA mum had three hens (Rhode Island Red, Plymouth Rock and a white one; there might have also been a couple Bantams but my memory is fuzzy). With four of us in the family at the time, we usually had fresh eggs from them for weekend breakfasts, etc. She would buy eggs from the grocery store if she needed lots of eggs, but otherwise, all fresh home-grown eggs - yum!

The mister makes us fried egg sammiches now and then. He fries them much like cj did, but breaks the yolks because of the mess and adds cheese. Also yum!

For the record, outside of sandwiches, I like 'em over easy and runny yolked. Just when sandwiched do I get seriously solid - probably from my days working breakfast shift at McDonalds making the McMuffins.

Instead of cheezy cheese, I spread my egg sandwich bread/bagel/muffin with cream cheese. Mmmmm, breakfasty.

I posted this video to the Facebook walls of some friends of mine who have their own chickens just south of downtown here in Fort Worth. It's actually quite common, when riding through certain very urban neighborhoods around here, to hear roosters crowing in the morning.

Don't really care for eggs -- they taste so, you know, eggy -- but I loved the video.

Only tangentially related - I got to hold a chicken Friday! Some day I'll be able to have some chicks but till then will have to visit friend's backyard flock for feathered snuggles.