For most of my life, eggs were white, uniform and about $1 a dozen. I think that’s why I admire farm fresh eggs so much. We buy them at the farmers market, where they’re all different shades of brown and light blue, even greenish. Some are huge with fat, bright yellow yolks that take up more space in the shell than it seems like they should. Others are smaller, more oblong. The ones my mom brought me this weekend even had a little sheen of dirt still on them. I think they cost about $3 a carton, which seems more than reasonable to me.
We hard boiled them and put them in a potato salad with asparagus and dill. I look forward to a summer full of omelets, deviled eggs and fluffy pancakes.