Staring back at me as I make my tea this morning are the monster eggs I spoke about getting from our neighbour a couple of days ago. So big are they that they cannot fit in a standard egg box. Driven to bring the scales out and weigh them, I discover that two together are more than most supermarket fillet steaks—nearly 200 grams. An omelette from them would be a substantial meal. It's one of the curses of the modern world that everything seems to be driven towards standards that are merely cosmetic or economic. These poor orphan eggs, from hens working for supermarkets, have been excluded from their destiny by their size. Over the last year, I have attended many meetings with local farmers. And one topic that has been exercising them in this prime beef-producing area has been a reduction in the weight of cattle that the big store chains want to buy. The stores want the steaks on their shelves to cost under £10. Apparently, that's the point at which the customer thin...
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