“There were three times in the month of March where I needed an egg or two. When I bake I want it to be spectacular-spectacular. Cooking’s just another creative extension. At any rate, and for no reason I have to explain, I needed an egg or two. I didn’t need a huge carton of eggs, I just needed a few, and a half dozen a week would more than do.
I’d shlep to the shops. I’d find that once again, in my hippy Brooklyn-town, free range/non hormone/anti-chemical/vegetarian chicken eggs were so popular that they’d be sold out. I’d ask when there would be more. Some market guy would shrug. I’d put off the spectacular-spectacular.
I’ve been living in Brooklyn and shopping in Brooklyn for a long time now. Before I was doing those things I was the five-year old bawling my eyes out after seeing Star Treck: The Voyage Home. The tears flowed freely once I realized it wasn’t so unlikely my future children would live in a world without whales. It’s been a life spent picking up six-pack plastic can holders off the street. I carry them home where I cut them into something that doesn’t resemble a noose. Add years of living NYC where you can, um, acquire certain personal opinions about what food is, how it should be aquired, how far it should travel, and how it should be enjoyed…. Just like that you become this overly prideful Brooklynite. You find yourself at a crossroads where there’s just flat out no-way-in -hell you’re going to buy an egg that isn’t from a free range/non hormone/anti-chemical/vegetarian fed chicken.
But you still need eggs…
So you google ’til your fingers bleed. One thing leads to another, and then all of the sudden, well, you know, you do the thing any other organically minded Brooklyn girl would do…
I’d like to formally introduce you to Good Golly Miss Molly.
I think she is beautiful. Don’t you? You know – in a Tilda Swenton kind of way?
I’m paying her rent. Don’t worry, we’ve worked out a barter system. It’s Brooklyn. We go hard.