Comments on: Happy Chickens

By: Heidi C.

Heidi C. — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 19:30:25 +0000

My grandparents had chickens when I was a kid. They weren’t pasture raised but kept in a large outdoor pen with a hen house attached. I always felt so guilty stealing their eggs.

By: Nora

Nora — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 03:13:37 +0000

Does she sell her egss anywhere in SF or Marin? I used to get fresh eggs as part of my weekly farm box when I lived in the city, but haven’t had ‘em in aaaages.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 23:38:03 +0000

We had our own chickens growing up and you can tell the difference between pasture raised and caged. Store bought eggs are so pale and bland.

By: Fatemeh

Fatemeh — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 21:08:52 +0000

We just bought a place up near Placerville, and I’m getting my first flock of chicks next month. I can’t wait to share my eggs w/friends in the city who’ve never eaten fresh, pastured ones.

For us, part of the joy of buying the place was teaching our nephews about sustainable living, too. We have a 20 bed garden, and have told them they can pick one to do whatever they wish with. It’s awesome to see their excitement.

So stoked for Hank that he gets to have that experience, too.

BTW, how come your sister washes the eggs? Is that a food-sales requirement? We’re planning to leave ours unwashed so we don’t have to refrigerate.

By: Kellee | FreeTime Ltd.

Kellee | FreeTime Ltd. — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 20:11:55 +0000

My parents divorced when I was young, and so I spent my summers on my dad’s small working farm where we grew our own food, raised our own livestock, and bartered with neighbors for everything we couldn’t produce ourselves. We were the unofficial chicken and egg farm on the road, and regularly bartered our eggs and chickens for our neighbor’s cow milk (we had our own goats to milk, but no cows), another neighbor’s honey, and another’s lamb. Even though my time there was relatively short compared to my suburban life with my mom, it forever changed the way I think about food. And yes, EVERYTHING tasted different – and better – straight off the farm than it does from the grocery store. I’ve always thought of grocery food as “imitation farm food.”

How nice for Hank to have a little taste (literal and figurative) of “real” food!