It’s Freaky Friday again and Hubby has the day off (he refers to his AWS day as Communist Friday) so we are going local shopping . We get our coffee and shopping bags together but we couldn’t find the map book so we just decided to drive around and take notes of what’s available where.  St. Mary’s county is very rural and there are a lot of Amish so there are still a lots of farms; any drive around the country roads will turn up signs at the ends of driveways that let you know they sell eggs or produce or what have you. We decide we will drive around on a fact-finding mission to see what can be had right around our house.

There is a road near us that goes thru an area with a lot of Amish farms so we head that way. Since we are foraging, I don’t navigate but let Hubby and Gertie (the truck) just go with the flow. I jot down the info as we pass by lots of eggs and produce, though being early March and there isn’t much in season yet except things the Hubster refuses to eat like cabbage and kale. One sign really shows how out of touch I am with were my food comes from, the sign says ‘hogs dressed’ and all I can picture is pigs shooting through a barn naked and coming out the other side in dirndls and lederhosen.  Another sign intrigues us both it says “goose eggs in season”. evidently goose eggs are the only eggs to have a season, who  knew? I guess they are supposed to be a treat? I will have to find out. I know ducks eggs are famous (at least in Ireland) for making fabulous cake. I will have to try that too.

After touring around and procuring some local comestibles I decided to make us brunch the next day using as close to all local foodstuffs as I could get, even the coffee was local! (well roasted locally anyway). It was deliciously satisfying to know my eggs and sausage were from right down the road. The homemade brown bread was delicious, I am hoping I wrote down what I did!

(This post languished in the drafts folder while I was away, it’s originally from spring 2012)