08/14/2022
In the processing room, pickling and canning cucumbers for our fam while washing eggs for other families in between canning batches 💗 Daddy and Big Sis are in the pastures tending our livestock, Nana is with Little Sis keeping her entertained and safe. Momma is solo in the processing room at the moment. At some point, we will fire up the grill to cook our home made brats. Late dinner alert! 🤣🤣🤣
As I hurriedly combine egg baskets in preparation of washing, I hear the familar “clack”. Ugh. There’s a click of tapping eggs together, and then there’s a clack sometimes. Once you have handled and/or washed egga enough, you know that sound means an egg just cracked. It’s often not visible to the eye, but you know. When we first started this journey, the “clack” eggs went into a basket to be more intensively candled to look for that crack, to confirm that it was there before tossing the egg. Nowadays, I just know. Those “clack” eggs go into a basket for the family hogs or dogs. No sense in candling. There will be a tiny crack somewhere and it will take precious time to find it.
You know what that sound represents to me? “Bummer.” That sound potentially means a customer disappointed because we didn’t have their usual number of cartons or case or they are waiting for eggs, because those two eggs may mean we are one or two eggs short of a carton or case when supply is low like it is now. Could we sneak the “clack eggs” into cartons and still meet the demand? Sure. No one would know. But we would know. And we don’t process, prepare or sell anything to anyone that we would question even a tad to feed to our own family. Never have, never will.
I share to highlight one of the MANY benefits of knowing your farmer. Blessings to you when this post finds you!