Wednesday, October 29, 2008
This is a picture of a farm in Dixie which is on Route 3 headed towards the Piankatank River. Please note this is distinct from The Dixie most people are familiar with. Dixie in Mathews has only a fraction of the people and way better places to buy eggs.
For anyone unfamiliar with our terrain, the brown stalks in the foreground are part of a recently harvested corn field. The corn is typically used for feed.
My grandmother used to buy her eggs from this place in Dixie. As kids we'd go with her to purchase them, and Have Mercy did that chicken place stink. That sort of smell should have nothing to do with something one is purchasing to eat and should have everything to do with something one is looking to bury.
It was fun for us, though, since they let us come right into the chicken coop (pen? yard? house? What is this thing called? Anyone?) to look at the chickens. They seemed to be loving life, although one time a few of the chickens pulled me aside and said they could really use some Febreeze and a few Glade Plug-Ins, vanilla scent, please.
The Dixie Chickens* did (and do) produce very nice, fresh eggs even if you must carry smelling salts on your person at all times in order to purchase them.
*Not to be confused with any singing group, the Mathews Dixie Chickens were popular and famous only for their eggs. And their smell.