Since we got our chickens last year at Scarlett Homestead, our consumption of eggs has probably increased a little, but truth be told, I’m not that big of a fan of eggs. The only type of egg I really crave, and very rarely at that, is in egg salad, eggs benedict, or a quiche. On any other day, in any other form, I will probably pass on the eggs. I can eat them, but I won’t pick them on my own. When I was pregnant they made me gag. Thankfully that passed. It’s a weird relationship we have, me and eggs.