So, of course, I just had to find these little things and see for myself what all the fuss was about. I hit up every high end grocery store within 30 miles of my house. Nothin. Depressed I figured it just wasn't meant to be. Now, here's the part where the fact that I'm not a native to SoCal (and in fact grew up in the desert of Vegas) stands out. Never did I think to check the farmers markets. Duh. And naturally, my first visit this past Sunday found me beaming at a dozen petite quail eggs.
The question I asked myself when I got home was...now what? After surfing the net for a bit I decided to settle on hard boiling them and making cute little egg snacks. I know my girls will love peeling these babies! Here's how to do it:
Aren't they pretty lil' things?