Has everyone but me heard of pullet eggs? If you, like me, did not grow up on a farm (though my childhood was far from urban), you may not know this term. It refers to the eggs laid by chickens under the age of one year. Recently while we were visiting my grandparents, I walked into the chaos of breakfast time in the kitchen and gravitated to a carton of these beautiful little eggs that are roughly the size of…of…hmmm…they are like half the size of a large egg, if that. I demanded to know WHAT these were, and my Aunt Polly informed me of their proper name and that she had bought them at a local farmer’s market. Before anyone could crack another, fry it, and eat it… I had found a basket in my grandmother’s cupboard, filled it with the remaining eggs, and ran outside like a woman posessed to capture these before they were no more. No less than several eyebrows were raised at my sudden enthusiasm…
But you do what you have to do to be inspired sometimes…even if you are misunderstood. The real tragedy though, was that by the time I got my children their food, found myself a plate of my dad’s hearty pancakes and fried ham, each and every pullet egg had been consumed! So, anyone out there happen to know if there’s a difference in flavour at all? Still curious.
