So you pledge €20 to look after a freerange hen raised according to biodynamic principles, and then you're posted ten vouchers for a half-dozen eggs, which you collect at the Markthalle Neun, where you also meet a friend and have the first proper conversation you've had in ages, and then you make transcendent scrambled eggs the next morning.* What's not to love? (I can't wait until it's berry season again: I first became aware of Bauernhof Weggun through their punnets of bright, perfect raspberries.)
* A plump walnut of butter melted on low in a small pan, two eggs loosely whisked then poured in. Leave for three minutes, then muddle every minute or so. Turn the eggs into a bowl while they still look a touch too moist.
Bauernhof Weggun, Fürstenauer Straße 29, Nordwestuckermark (map).
At the Markthalle Neun every Saturday. Eisenbahnstraße 42, Berlin-Kreuzberg (map)
Oh, and they have a CSA scheme too!
Hey, what are our conversations then? Chopped liver?!
Posted by: David | 14 March 2013 at 11:56 AM
Oh, wow, this is a great idea, we're so going to do this. Was S. OK with not being able to personally meet/pet the adopted hen? I imagine J. might struggle with that...
Posted by: Jane | 14 March 2013 at 01:12 PM
The above question is beyond cute.
Posted by: Leslie | 14 March 2013 at 04:16 PM
David, ah, our conversations are dancing, not mere words.
Jane, I can only agree with Leslie: this is the best question I have ever been asked. (To answer: she would have been troubled if I had explained, but the adopting was for my own private joy. She for her part lapped up the banana custard with alacrity. The eggs are really good.)
Posted by: Sylee | 16 March 2013 at 12:45 AM
I've heard conversations at the Markthalle are mostly pulled pork.
Loved the Weggun boiled eggs I had!
Posted by: kristina - no penny for them | 17 March 2013 at 10:32 AM
Kristina, oh, this made me laugh.
Posted by: Sylee | 20 March 2013 at 03:19 PM