At Buddy’s Kitchen, we’ve been making premium hand-made omelets for commercial food service since 1974. They are still premium, and they are still hand-made in 2010. We often notice a smile appearing on the face of someone tasting our omelets for the first time. It’s a real signature item for us.
Today we announced that 5% of our pasteurized liquid egg purchases will be from “cage-free” producers. That five percent may not sound like much, but it mirrors the current percentage of U.S. eggs today that are produced in cage-free environments. We don’t have any customers asking us to do this, so we’ll have to eat the cost.
While most of us bristle at the thought of the living conditions of the hens, few among us are willing to actually pay more for eggs laid by chickens that get to move around more. The cage-free eggs are pricey. (http://blogs.desmoinesregister.com/dmr/index.php/2010/09/08/study-cage-free-eggs-cost-40-percent-more/)
The pros and cons of living conditions on egg farms are well documented. A big animal rights group is lined up on one side, and a big fast food group on another. I’ll stay out of that debate. I do know that if everyone decided to go 100% cage-free all at once, today there would not be enough cage-free eggs to go around.
Our decision to buy 5% cage-free eggs won’t move the needle of U.S. egg demand. We hope a little more demand nudges producers toward more cage-free eggs, and that over time we’ll see better conditions for more chickens.
I grew up on a farm in southeast Wisconsin. Corn was the primary output of our farm, but we had one chicken for a short time. His name was George, and he lived in our garage for a few weeks, in a small wire cage. Some city friends drove him out to our farm one day; he was the product of an egg-hatching experiment in a biology class.
George was fun to have around. I never thought I could get attached to a chicken. But when I let George out of the cage, he would follow me around the yard. We bonded.
Then one day, my Dad let our golden retrievers out of their kennel while George and I were walking about. There was nothing I could do. My dogs did what they were bred to do. When they tried to flush George, he didn’t fly. George came to an end. I was sad, but I didn’t move to replace George. Fate brought us together, but it was not a natural partnership.
I don’t know if my brief friendship with George is part of what’s behind our move in the direction of cage-free egg purchases. It might just be the right thing to do. Maybe it will turn out to be “good business”. Eggs are important to us. And so, in turn, are chickens.