The Down-Home Folksy Origin Story Of Phyllis' Factory Farm Fresh Eggs
Pictured above: A Chicken throws an egg using our state of the art studio space
In 1959, Phyllis' Eggs began humbly: in a small garage with just one terrified chicken hiding under the flat bed of a mint julep green ford f-100. Right then and there, out of pure fear, the chicken laid an egg with a shell thick as molasses. Same color as molasses too. Phyllis used that egg to make a hard boiled egg, and then she used the hard boiled egg to make a deviled egg. When she ate the deviled egg, it tasted great. A twinkle formed in Phyllis' eye that would eventually grow into today's single acre small enclosure factory farm where millions of chickens make hundreds of billions of eggs every day. The philosophy was simple, defined by the two things Phyllis loved most at the time. The first was using her garage to hide from the stresses of late 1950's domestic life. And the second was the poetry of Sylvia Plath. Phyllis believed chickens, like Plath, are artists. And as poetry was to Plath so were eggs to Chickens: their truest form of artistic expression. Using Plath as her reference, Phyllis pondered if all great art comes from tortured souls. With that in mind, Phyllis began testing her signature factory farming techniques. Many doubted the idea! But with hard work, trial and error, and more than a few times getting scratched by viciously terrified talons, Phyllis prevailed. Today, the tortured artist farming technique that Phyllis pioneered 60 years ago still prospers, keeping our eggs delicious, complex, and thought provoking, much like the poetry of Sylvia Plath. Please enjoy this carton of eggs, made special for your home by one of Phyllis' many tortured artists in residence.
