So, on Sunday, Griff and I were checking out the produce in the new Whole Foods, discussing how much gas is used to drive apples to us from Washington versus West Virginia and the merits of buying peanuts in the shell now in a plastic bag versus waiting until next week and planning to have a cloth bag available...when I spotted them. Huge ivory globes resting on a shelf above brown semi-local chicken eggs, nestled in straw like the chicken eggs...but what were they?
Ostrich eggs. Yes, really.
I reached up and took one down to show Griffin. It was heavier than I had expected - my brain considered it produce, not an egg. So did Griffin. He lit up, "it's one of those melons!" he said, referring to a sprite melon we had purchased at Ellwood's last week. Same color, same shape, same size. Uncanny. But not a sprite melon. I told him it was an egg, and asked, what kind of a bird might lay an egg that big? "A crane?" Interesting choice, and really, doesn't it seem more likely that we'd have crane (or egret or heron) eggs in VA? But nope. Ostrich. From California (I'm assuming from a farm that raises them primarily for meat/leather).
We put it back, but it set my wheels to churning. What do you do with an ostrich egg? Boil, scramble, use them in an omelet, apparently. Hmmm. This reminded me of a favorite Seuss story of mine, which Griff also loves, Scrambled Eggs Super! Time for a storybook meal?
I was getting really excited and laying my plans (no pun intended), which included a price check on the object of my desire, since I had read reports of $10 eggs and wasn't sure it was worth a Hamilton, huge volume or no. So, you wanna know what Whole Foods charges for a Californian ostrich egg? Penny change on your Jackson, $19.99. Is it worth it? If it's entertainment as well as food, is it worth TWENTY bucks? If Griff, Reese, and I went to a matinee, it we'd pay $20 even, just for tix. I'm pondering what experiences we deem worth paying for, and why...and still feeling really tempted by that egg.