So Mabel lays big eggs. As in, BIG eggs. Some days, I'm shocked not to see her limping, these eggs are so big. So when she laid this one the other day,
When we did finally decide to use it -- for a lovely Sunday brunch cooked up by my boo -- it had three yolks. She's a omelet laying machine, that Mabel.
I'm off to get her an ice pack.