Good Company. Good Food. Thankful Me.

Out-of-town company is always a great reason to go places you typically never do, and then wonder why you don't. In this case,it was the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art - the new Native American exhibit. What a treat. Kansas City never looked so wonderful. In spite of grey skies, the streets are clean, the people are friendly, the traffic is so manageable -- and the food is great. So I quickly digress again to food. We had several Mexican dives to choose from - and couldn't have been happier with where we ended up. Likewise for a lazy Saturday lunch at a neighborhood bistro. But my favorite place was my house for breakfast.
How is it that farm fresh eggs taste so much better than store-bought eggs? They cook better, they look better and they taste better. Richer, yolkier so say the two egg aficionados who feasted on them one morning. "Like breast implants" is how the yolks were described, as they set up so nicely in the frying pan (the two egg experts were men). I guess there is something about freshness - whether it's herbs from the garden, apples from the tree or eggs from the hen. Food freshness - and my ability to access it -- is one more thing I will add to my list of things to be thankful for. That and my out-of-town company.