So Wolf and I were gifted some quail eggs yesterday. Lee Ann, a woman in my reiki group, has a few quail. Neither Wolf nor I have had quail eggs before so it was an adventure to crack them, cook them, and eat ’em.
I marveled at the marbling of the shells. Inside the egg is a pretty light robin’s blue. Cracking the eggs wasn’t easy. While the shell is easy enough to crack the membrane just inside the shell is difficult to puncture with your thumb. Opening the egg like you would a chicken egg isn’t easy either both from the membrane and the size.
The eggs cooked really quickly as you’d expect. Each was a little bigger than a quarter. I had five of the dozen. They didn’t have much taste to be honest. I don’t think the eggs weren’t old so maybe the lack of flavor was the size or the breed.
I’m not sure quail would be a smart investment for us. Certainly they work for Lee Ann and her brood but not, apparently, for Dick Cheney.