On the advice of my mother, I decided that first batch of eggs that came from my new chickens were going to be given to God. Sort of a first-fruits offering, reminiscent of Old Testament offerings of thanksgiving.

I asked my pastor how he thought the eggs could be given to God, and he recommended whipping up a batch of deviled-eggs and bringing them to the next Sunday Service. Deviled eggs. At church. Oh, what a joker my pastor is.

But I did it anyway, and they turned out great.



Here's an interesting comparison of the difference between a "range-free organic" chicken from Safeway, and one from my chickens.



Mine is the one on the left. It's darker, denser, less crumbly, and better in every way.