one of my students gave me a bakers' dozen of eggs from the north fork egg farm: many, many sizes and shades. beautiful. i was concerned about the fact that i was leaving town for a week, but they keep for 4-5 weeks. rock.
i was especially excited about the teeny ones. you can see the smallest (4th) yolk towards the bottom of the bowl. (these eggs became breakfast tacos.) additionally, i had to explain to some of the kids that hens hatch eggs that will not become chickens, which was oddly surprising to them. i really think they hadn't thought it all the way through. i told the kids that the eggs in the grocery were like chicken periods; i might have turned some of them off eggs forever. sometimes honesty just grosses them out.
again, thank you, colin, for the eggs.