Backyard chickens are all the rage in Los Angeles. I visited a friend the other night whose young daughter Olivia is raising chickens behind their house. Olivia feeds them, cuddles them, and collects the eggs, which she sells to friends and neighbors. She gets one or two a day and prices them based on size.
The day I stopped by Olivia sold me one medium-sized taupe egg and one stunningly large brown-shelled egg. Olivia's mom is a professional baker, and apparently the chickens eat lots of leftover pastry. Maybe that accounts for the deep orange yolks and the mild, almost sweet taste? Whatever the reason, I plan to be a loyal customer.
In case you're wondering whether I shared these wonderful Westside eggs with my family: um, no. Breakfast for one.