IN YOUR GUTS, YOU KNOW HE'S NUTS

The guy on the butterfly's wing reminds me of Barry Goldwater. Plus, there's a lot of well, gold in the picture, including a golden egg.

Good friends of ours who have/ or had chickens on their Missouri farm were astounded at what I pay for eggs in Barry's state. So here goes. Get ready to gasp. Five dollars a dozen.

Yup. Now, understand that for cooking eggs or boiling eggs I pay considerably less. Even for Omega 3's.

But for my over easy or sunnyside ups, I want quality. It's the difference between a kid's meal hamburger and an angus at McDonald's for me. The yolks stand up tall proud of their flavor. They're a deep yellow, actually an orange color. They taste great. Plus, they're really good when sopping with a piece of toast. (Sopping is another practice discouraged like licking, but it's something I relish.)

I'm down to about a half a dozen high priced, so Saturday morning, we'll make a stop at the Farmer's Market where I'll shell out a Mickey for The Backyard Farmer's nest run eggs. Hey, there's another stand that charges 6 bucks, so you see, I am discriminatory.

As far as Barry Goldwater. I liked him in '64. How could he have done any worse than Lyndon Banes? In my heart, I still think he was right.