I'm pretty taken with the eggs over here. I will pop a fried or poached egg on pasta or salad and call it dinner many nights. Or if I'm feeling fancy on a workday morning, I'll fry up an egg for breakfast instead of having granola. So when I saw a giant basket of "Oeufs des oies" at my favorite fromagerie, I was game.
I knew I did the right thing when she put it an adorable bag. But bag or not, I was pretty stoked (bringing it back, thanks) to cook my goose egg for a big weekend breakfast. For one. But whatever.
Until I palmed it, that is. Holy crap, is that a big egg!
Check it compared to a lowly chicken egg. I pretty much gulped and wondered if I could make it through this experience (similar to when I was trying to cut a bone-in rabbit loin [which was approximately proportionate to that of my cat, who was sitting nearby] and suddenly dropped the knife and begged B to take over).
So how did it taste? Well, geese are herbivores (whereas chickens eat meat), so it was milder in a sense. But it also tasted fresher and, well, greener. It was also much fluffier. Basically, it was the best chicken egg I have ever eaten.
And I got another one for B and I to eat this weekend! The experiment begins again...