I was sitting here, eating my scrambled eggs and warm sourdough bread (oh, how I miss crunchy toast), when it occurred to me that I'd actually met the chickens that produced these eggs I was enjoying. Well, I didn't meet the chickens, but you know what I mean - I have been to the farm where those hens live. These particular eggs came from the Kvam farm in Northeast Nebraska and ML and I visited it back in September. Its a pretty cool feeling, to know exactly where you food has come from...
Happy Saturday everyone...
