Contraband

One of the things I crave the most, now that I live in Florida, is farm fresh eggs from my friend Janel's chickens. If you have ever had them, you know why. The yolks are orange, which is due to the superior nutrition free range chickens that eat bugs and grubs have over commercially produced eggs (even organic, free range.. blah blah blah ones don't compare). These eggs are unmatched in quality and flavor! These eggs are so wonderful that I would almost be willing to trade my right arm for them, and most definitely my left. These eggs are so wonderful that... ok, you get the point.

With that said, when I got ready to head to the airport after staying at Janel's Monday night, she asked if I wanted to take anything with me. My response was "Eggs of course." I called the airlines, and got a big fat NO (due to the fact that they are classified as liquid), but trusting in the good karma that often allows me good fortune, I decided to risk it. I took them to the airport, and asked a security officer that was scanning my checked bag if I was going to be able to get them through security and once again I got a no. However, I am not easily disheartened when I have my hopes set on something, and I wasn't going to give them up until they were taken from me. Want my eggs? Come and get them. I am egg woman, hear me roar!

At any rate, I anxiously went through security in Kansas City, expecting at any moment, for them to confiscate my contraband. However, an amazing thing happened, which is that they didn't even question them. Oh, happy day.

Then I got on the plane and thought about the cabin pressure, and was wondering if the change in pressure would break them. However, all that worry for nothing.. they made it safely to DC.

I had a three hour layover in DC, and decided to venture outside security for coffee, and lunch. Immediately after I did this, I realized how stupid it was, because DC is no joke about security, and my eggs were surely doomed.

Reluctantly, I finally headed back through security. I even agreed to go through the porno scanners in the hopes that if I didn't make a scene they wouldn't notice my eggs. Well, I set off the scanner, had words with the security officer, but they still didn't take my eggs!

I got on the second leg of my journey, and strapped my precious cargo in the empty seat next to me, and took a snooze knowing that barring an unforeseen plane crash... in which eggs would be the least of my worries, I was home free with my free range deliciousness! Or, at least I thought.

Thirty minutes outside Orlando I was awoken by two flight attendants cackling loudly with another passenger. As I opened my eyes, one of them said, "You're awake, we can now ask the million dollar question." They were all wondering if it was, in fact, eggs that I had strapped into the seat next me. I gave them an appraising look and asked if I would be in trouble if they were. They responded with "Well, we can't believe you got them through security, but we aren't going to take them from you now, we were just laughing about the fact that you strapped them in." Ahh, well in that case I opened them up and let them look at my little brown, white, and greenish blue beauties (Araucana chickens lay greenish blue eggs).

Now time for a souffle!

Cheers and Happy Eats!

Lucinda