Polyface.

Yesterday Lindsey and I ventured just outside Staunton to Polyface Farms. This farm has been documented extensively in books by Michael Pollan and in Food, Inc. We'd heard about it and thought it was great. When a customer came into Starbucks the other day and asked about it, we figured it was time to check it out.

We arrived and strolled into the store, which is more of a large shed with a bunch of refrigerators in it. We asked to buy some eggs and said we only wanted a half dozen (Lindsey's vegan, so we don't need too many). Turns out they only sell them by the dozen, but he only charged us for half a dozen! We also bought some apple juice from a farm up in Front Royal, about an hour away. They have sweet shirts too, but we held off.

They let you roam the farm to see what it's like. We just wandered off, checking out their chickens and pigs and enjoying the sunny day. One of their baby-broilers had found it's way outside of the coup, so we spent close to 10 minutes trying to corral this thing to get it back inside. It was comical. We'd get close and be afraid to pick it up. We looked ridiculous. We eventually gave up, concluding that if it just walked around the outside of the cage trying to get back in, it wasn't going to wander off somewhere into danger.

It was a great day. And the apple juice is great.