So. Many. Eggs. Eggs in the fridge, eggs on the counter waiting to be put in the fridge, eggs hardboiled in a bowl waiting to be processed, eggs in my dreams …
One nice thing about the Corvid-19 situation though is that it’s allowed us to meet a couple of our neighbors that have stopped for eggs since the stores have been out. I find that knowing my neighbors has a lot to do with my happiness, so I’m glad that we are raising a food that can help facilitate those connections.
But still. All the eggs.
Actually, it’s refining my philosophy of food self-reliance. I have been realizing that it’s really not necessary to feed our hens a commercial layer food for maximum egg production since we’re more concerned about the sustainability of the flock…but that’s a post for another day (maybe tomorrow).
I’m rather ashamed to admit that it ten-plus years of chicken keeping, I’ve never made pickled eggs. Perhaps because this is the largest flock we’ve ever had so this is the first time I’ve been faced with such a (blessed) surplus? For whatever, reason, I’ve had to scramble to not let them all go to waste. I needed a method that would use a lot of them and preserve them for quite a while . . . therefore, pickled eggs.
I first tried the recipe from one of my favorite kitchen books, Pickled Pantry, and it was DELICIOUS. I had not idea how much I would *love* pickled eggs. The family likes them too, so that’s a major win!
I just got done making my second batch with Barefoot Girl’s assistance, and I modified this one to included sliced red onions and fresh dill sprigs instead of the dried edill weed. This is a cold-pack refrigerator pickle recipe so we have to wait a week to try them. Can’t wait!
::::Update:::: They’re even better! This is the way to go from now on! The pickled onions and garlic are delicious in and of themselves, but they add so much flavor to the entire batch that I won’t want to ever do a batch without them.
*Note: the above picture is from a jar that we’ve been eating out of for several days, so the cloudiness is an indicator of disturbance and my poor photography skills.