Farm fresh eggs

I've been meaning to brag about this for the last nine days, but time got away from me.

At long last, after a summer of frustration, I scored a dozen eggs straight from a farm! We're very fortunate that the university has its own farm; one of my favourite things to do from June through September is to go to the farm market on Saturday morning. It opens at 9, and I'm usually there by 8:40 or so. I still end up in a queue, but that's usually early enough to get a good selection.

Except for the eggs.

These always sell out quickly, typically within the first 15 minutes of the market. One Saturday in June I almost got a dozen, but someone skipped the queue (big no-no!) and grabbed the last dozen just as I was reaching for them. (I hadn't immediately realised that she had skipped the queue and gave her the benefit of a doubt; once it became obvious what she had done the others in the line around me were horrified, one even spoke to the market manager about it, and I chastised her on the way out. And, yes, I saw her do the same thing again a few weeks later.) So it was a moment of major delight when I managed to get a dozen - and not even the last dozen! - the Saturday before last.

But have I done anything with them yet? Sadly, no. I came down with a cold the day after buying them and still feel ill. (It just isn't fair, being sick whilst nine months pregnant.) I haven't had the energy or will to bake anything, or even make a nice eggy meal. Although, maybe a frittata would be nice...