We think money makes the world go around, but I think EGGS can build a community.
A carer started buying me eggs, I would get a tray of thirty farm fresh eggs for $14.00, then I would give a dozen of them to my masseuse as I don’t otherwise pay her.
I have other ways to pay her which I think she appreciates. The carer who would bring me the eggs had a collection of egg cartons. I started decorating them with a thick black texta in the hope that other people would join in. Add to the drawings, answer the question and posted inside by announcing what they intended to make with the eggs.
Mine stated “Destined to be Carrot Cake or Omelette or Bread and Butter Pudding” (Which needs eight eggs)
After a time, I found my own supplier which was two less things for this carer to do for me in her own time. I do like to be self-sufficient, but my contact has trays of twenty eggs for the same amount ($14). And again, free range and ‘Picked’ that day at 4am.
You should realize eggs don’t grow on trees, but are laid. The eggs are rather big, 800g and ‘twins’ or double yolkers are plentiful.
The issue is, I need to order two trays for my egg guy to deliver for free.
So, I asked around my neighbours and my ‘people’. My first order was two trays, one for me, one for a neighbour. My second order was five trays.
And this is how I’ve been trying to create a community.
My appointments are all starting back again way too soon. Yesterday, I returned to Clifton hill to see my GP and as my favourite cafe is not yet back after Christmas, I found another place to have a quick light lunch. a rather strong coffee with an almond croissant. Neither as good as at my regular haunt. Over my respite, I wrote some blogposts.
I confess to say over Christmas and the New Year, I’ve only left my apartment on the Friday’s to restock. I have not even checked my letterbox. Do I feel badly? No, I do not.
Tuesday ended with my egg dealer delivering my eggs. In my efforts to create community, I have become the middle person between my egg supplier, Bill who I prefer to call my egg dealer and about four others for free range happy-eggs! I was expecting him Thursday evening but he ended up in the area earlier. Just in time for a true wog classic. Poached eggs in sauce, these were the two eggs before I put them in the sauce. Feel free to count?
The trays of eggs are 20 to a tray. My masseuse is not back from India until next week and she has forty eggs awaiting her return. I then of course like to remind people if they don’t collect them In a timely manner, I don’t want to wake up in the morning surrounded by 100 baby chicks recently hatched.
To be clear, I think Bill delivers the day the eggs get picked. You realise, eggs do not grow on trees? And eggs need to be sat on, by a hen for some weeks or kept warm another artificial way to hatch presuming they are even viable.
My mum had about twenty chooks when I lived up in the country 20 years ago. So, in short waking up surrounded by little yellow chicks. Not going to happen. But I hope you can imagine the image I just described…..?
Poor Mika would be beside herself! Get them off me!
Also, don’t think I’ve ignored the worldwide exposure of the bushfires in Australia! Melbourne has a Smokey haze over it. Homes and lives have been lost and it’s just the start of summer. It’s just the beginning……………
Will be back to normal programming next week for sure!
Happy hump day! It’s hot in Melbourne today! Have I ever mentioned how much I love hot weather? (Sarcasm) Yeah, that’s because I don’t! And I’m out in it……all day!
Even though my AVM (Artereovenous Malformation) has been fried with radiation so it’s not at risk of a bleed, a stroke or even blood flow but in hot weather my brain is not happy. My left side of my body works even worse than normal. So, my AFO and Shoe wears not quite right. My body compensates by just pushing through and smashing it out. I still have all the same deadlines. The same appointments to get to. At least once home I have air-conditioning and cold water in the fridge. Once home the cool change will throw my brain into a brain freeze. I predict a kip until my brain and body normalises. Welcome to my summer!
Meanwhile, luckily as I was here yesterday, much cooler. I had yummy sausage roll with relish and a side salad and medicine and macaron. Everything else had sold out!
Meanwhile, today’s lunch consisted of…….the brain grain salad. And medicine.
Glad I’m at home for the most part tomorrow for an even hotter day!
Meanwhile my Egg-Dealer is back from his holiday in Queensland! Putting in a huge order. Hoping the eggs don’t fry in my apartment or hatch! Got a mental image of little chicks chasing Mika! “Muma? Muma?” To cement the image, I’m ordering 140 eggs! Poor Mika!
Doing another egg delivery today. If the tray of eggs is in my home until I deliver it, the longer it’s here the more I get creative, my Girl-Wednesday and I collaborating. I deliver and unveil our efforts with the line, “we did these! Well, we didn’t lay the eggs obviously. But we ratified them!”
Need to catch up on some baking at home. Have been doing savoury. And now my freezers are full, I can return to baking sweet things.
Meanwhile, today’s offering the brain grain salad and medicine.
Really struggling to keep on top of things at the moment. Failing at so many things and feeling sad about it. Allow me to list but a few………
Failing at my emails…..
Failing at my followers emails……..sorry. Very, very sorry. Still!
Failing at getting to bed at a more reasonable time.
So, failing at sleep clinic!
Failing at being a good friend, so I’m told ……….
Failing at getting my shit done so I can maintain some semblance of a pain-free life.
Or at least making it look like I’m not failing at life.
Failing at keeping anxiety and depression at bay.
Failing at not swearing at my GP appointments.
Said Fuck 7 times yesterday! I asked.
I thought I had been holding back!
Felt like such a zombie yesterday I had a double-shot latte with lunch. I had a brain grain salad. It is very good.
Today’s lunch, a Moroccan chicken salad and instead of my standard medicine today…. I’m having a London Fog!
And now for the Little Red Truck, always brings a smile to my face…
On the upside, it’s only mid-September and I’ve achieved my New Year’s resolution. I finished that bottle of Baileys I had been storing in my fridge for the last two Christmas’s. Got a taste for Baileys now. Also had a delivery from my Egg-Dealer! It always makes me Egg-cited! Get it?
Last Friday I was very egg-cited! I have created a network of my neighbours who I order a bulk supply of free-range eggs. 20 eggs per tray for $14 and they are big, sometimes, even twins!
I’m delivering the last tray today.
This is my standard week of if you ask me why I’m so tired I will give this standard reply, as I did to my neighbour William when he dropped down for the lasagne, I portioned for him. “Do you want to go home and curl up into the foetal position and cry yourself to sleep tonight?” Because some tender young ears don’t need me to explain I’m peri-menopausal and have the crazy lady hormones that wipe me out two weeks out of every four. I was home yesterday and today I’m out all afternoon.
So, lunch today is vital, pancetta quiche with side salad and medicine!