Frank, my webmaster these past 21 years, who first showed up as an unfairly handsome eighteen year old, showed up again yesterday to install a new UPS and to present me with a dozen eggs from his harem of contented hens. Frank says “different breeds produce different colored eggs.” All in subtle pastels. He is marketing these farm eggs as Bloomfield Beauties. They’re organic, cage free and politically correct in every respect. They’re extra large with deep rich colored yolks. And this morning: eggs-over-easy with peppered bacon and sour dough toast. As good and wholesome as eggs get.
