Eating eggs in old-time Phoenix


A couple of weeks ago, while I was out pedaling around near Skunk Creek in Peoria (a suburb of Phoenix), I saw a sign selling fresh eggs. I really didn't need eggs, but it was a good excuse to get myself on the property, welcomed as a paying customer, and see what the farm looked like up close. The eggs were interesting, as some were white, some were brown, and some were kind of greenish.


I took a photo of the eggs before I ate them, and posted it on Facebook saying that I'd never had eggs from chickens before, only stores, and I wondered if they were OK? I just got some smiles and likes, but really I had no idea. Did they need to be pasteurized or homogenized or something? Apparently not, or at least no one said anything to me on Facebook. So now I'm thinking how wonderful it would have been to eat eggs in old-time Phoenix.


I suppose I would have gotten my chicken feed from the Phoenix Flour Mills in Glendale. Of course if I were in Tempe, I'd have gotten them from the Hayden Mill. But maybe not? I wouldn't have had a farm, I just would have had some chickens running around my house so I'd probably get the feed from a retailer downtown.

One of the first things that I ever learned to do when I got out on my own at age 19, was to scramble eggs. I still eat a LOT of eggs, which I buy at the store. In old-time Phoenix I would just go look under a hen, I guess. You can tell that I'm a city boy!

I suppose that in old-time Phoenix no one would have known about salmonella poisoning, so someone lazy like me could just crack them, pour them into a glass, and drink them. Or I could poke a hole and just suck it out of the egg. If I didn't know how, I could ask any old-timer, I'm sure that they would know how to do it!
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