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The Farm Boy Who Didn't Eat Eggs (or Drink Milk!)

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April 18, 2024

Once upon a time there was a farm boy who didn't eat eggs or drink milk. Everyone gave him a hard time, which is understandable considering the irony of not being able to enjoy the food you produce yourself. 

Yes, that boy was me.

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Me (Remi) raising chicks at the age of 11

I don't remember ever enjoying eggs as a kid, and milk, I stopped drinking around the age of 4 I believe. I didn't enjoy the taste or smell of either, but on top of that I found eggs to have a weird texture. And yes, I was one of those kids- the kind who couldn't eat even the most delicious food if it felt weird in my mouth. 

I know this made it difficult on my mother, who had a shoestring budget and saved money by using foods we produced here on our farmstead. Instead of eating eggs, I would opt for a double portion of sausage or bacon (which also came from our farmstead, thank goodness.) The aversion to milk they probably saw as a blessing, however, since it was a hot commodity and there never seemed to be enough of it in our house.

Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't picky. I would try anything once, and ate just about every other food under the sun. I simply loved food, so I didn't care what you put in front of me (as long as it wasn't eggs or milk.)

Over the years I learned to enjoy milk in my coffee, and eggs in a quiche or scrambled with lots of cheese. I decided that I had to learn to like these foods since I produced them and they were huge sources of health benefit.

I am proud to say that today I enjoy eggs almost every morning—with or without toppings! There's one condition though: they have to be fresh, TRULY pasture-raised eggs. Other eggs just don't have flavor once you've had a good egg. If you live near Concordia, MO or in the greater KC area, you can get our Pasture-Raised Eggs delivered.

To this day I don't enjoy milk by itself, and sadly we no longer produce our own. But I LOVE dairy products like cottage cheese and yogurt (and ice cream 🤤).

Below is a picture of the that grown-up farm boy and the eggs I this morning. I may have overcooked them slightly, but they still tasted delicious!

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What's food that you couldn't eat as a kid, but now have learned to enjoy as an adult? Share with me in the comments below 👇

In good eating,

Your farmer,
Remi Kesten

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