This morning started the way I wish every day could start—quiet house, sunlight coming through the windows of our hexagon home, and a walk out to the coop to say buenos días to the hens.
I grabbed my egg container and made my trip around the nesting boxes. One by one, I found warm, freshly laid eggs some light brown, some speckled, each one a tiny reminder of how special it is to have backyard hens. There’s something different about collecting your own food with your hands. It slows you down. It makes you grateful.
Back in the kitchen, I decided to keep things simple and cozy. Fresh from the coop to la cocina 🥚✨
I cracked a few eggs into a bowl, added a splash of milk, salt, pepper, and tossed in whatever veggies I had on hand—bell peppers, onion, maybe a few mushrooms. While the pan heated up, I threw some potatoes in another skillet to get nice and crispy and warmed up a side of beans for a little extra comfort on the plate. Scrambled eggs, frijolitos y papitas… honestly, that’s my love language.
As everything came together, the whole kitchen smelled like a lazy Sunday even though it wasn’t. I plated my breakfast, sat down, and took a moment before that first bite. Backyard eggs really do hit different the yolks are richer, the color is deeper, and knowing they came from happy hens makes it even better.
Fresh from the coop to la cocina. Scrambled eggs, frijolitos y papitas for breakfast. Nothing like starting the day with backyard huevos.
Grateful por estos pequeños momentos de paz ☀️
Sometimes it’s not about a fancy brunch or going out—it’s about slowing down, collecting a few eggs, and making yourself a simple plate of comfort. That’s the kind of morning I want more of.