The Incredible Egg recommends cracking an egg on a flat, hard surface like a countertop. By cracking the egg on a hard surface, rather than the edge of a bowl, you are less likely to put shell pieces in the bowl, which is both unpleasant and a food safety risk. HOT TIP: Got egg shells […]
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My name is Chloe Campbell and I’m a fourth-generation egg farmer. I’m 11 years-old and live in Abingdon, Virginia with my stepmom, dad, and my pet bunny, Trickle. I come from a long line of farmers. My cousin, Lake Wagner, is also a fourth-generation farmer at our family farm, Dutt & Wagner.
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One of my vivid childhood memories is on the South Lawn of the White House. It was a surprisingly warm spring day and I was pushing a brightly colored egg with a wooden spoon through meticulously manicured green grass.
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I’m a fourth-generation farmer, working with my dad, Daniel and my mom, Nancy, on the upstate New York farm my great-grandfather, Harold, founded in 1932. I think he would be proud to see how we have grown and evolved over the years from the 10 cows and 200 chickens they started with. We’re the last egg farm left in Sullivan County, in fact.
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We are a pretty tough breed here in eastern South Dakota. With record heat in the summer and blizzards in the winter, we have to be. Life doesn’t stop during harsh weather. Particularly when you are part of the agriculture community like we are.
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Four feet, 10 inches. I remember when I couldn’t wait to be four feet, 10 inches.
That’s how tall you needed to be to stand over a table in order to count chicks in our hatchery. Or at least that’s what my dad told me. It’s one of my earliest memories, as I imagine I was too young to help around our farm.
Like most kids, I loved rides. Only my favorites weren’t at any of Ohio’s amusement parks or carnivals. I preferred hopping on one of the tractors right here at Hertzfeld Poultry Farm, in my hometown of Grand Rapids.
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My name is Ben Thompson and I’m a second-generation farmer at Pearl Valley Farms of Pearl City, Illinois. I live the American Dream every day on our farm; it gives me a strong work ethic and a life purpose. With my parents, my wife, Tammy, and my children at my side, we have built and grown our business by staying true to our roots and maintaining an unwavering commitment to doing what’s right. I’m so excited about what the future holds, but it also makes me pause and appreciate the years of hard work to get to where we are today.
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I am a fourth-generation farmer of Dutt & Wagner. I began working on our family farm at the age of 14 and, after gaining a Bachelor’s degree from Virginia Tech and an MBA from the University of Richmond, I returned to Dutt & Wagner in 2015 to carry on our family tradition. Americans love eggs, and we work hard every day to provide the best possible food for people!
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I can remember my two kids hunting for colorful Easter eggs, carefully picking them up and putting them into baskets. Being an egg farmer has a lot of perks. I mean, how many other fathers can say they spend each day creating something that kids chase after with such excitement?
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As a parent, an American and a fourth-generation egg farmer, there’s nothing quite like the annual White House Easter Egg Roll. Last April, my wife and I were delighted to take our three children from the Little Apple (Manhattan, Kansas) to the annual event on the South Lawn of the White House. While this marked the first time we were honored to attend this monumental experience, our family ties to the egg industry run deep.
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Right off Highway 78 and close enough to San Diego that we can feel the ocean breeze and salt in the air, sits my family’s farm, Demler Brothers Pine Hill. As a third-generation farmer, I was raised surrounded by agriculture. It was, and still is, a way of life. My grandfather, Edmund Demler, started our family in the egg business and passed the tradition to my father, Kevin Demler, at our San Diego ranch in 1974. The farm was then passed to my brother and me, extending a history that’s ripe with tradition.
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