This just in from my friend La Maya, who, having escaped the Great Desert University, is living in retired splendor in Northern California:
As I recall you were not an egg-eater, but just a heads up on a situation that may make it to Arizona. Apparently, CA has been struck by the bird flu. I went to Trader Joe’s and the egg shelf was empty. Inquired with manager because while I’ve seen them get low on the eggs I have never seen a completely empty section. Well, he informed me that the bird flu has hit the chicken stock so they are no longer ordering from their distributor. Then the next day I get an email from my sister in the Imperial Valley, who was informing all of us sisters to be prepared if and when we can find eggs: her husband paid $8.79 for a dozen and a half of eggs. The flats of eggs were going for $75 to $80. Yikes! I eat eggs almost every day of my life….not a good situation….
Something to be aware of. But that’s not all. From FaM reader JestJack, a long-time frugalist who lives on the East Coast:
Aaaand here in the Free State ….where nothing is free…Eggs are going for $5 a dozen…And was chatting with a DF who is in the cattle business…He warns “ya ain’t seen nothing yet” as far as beef prices…Looks like beef will be more of a “garnish” in the near future…I just scored some grass fed” NY Strips on a “whim” for $7.99 on discount…They were delicious…DW was tickled pink!
Hmmm…. Few things would drive me to Costco on the day before Christmas weekend. But this just may. La Maya’s right: I can’t eat unadulterated eggs (they make me baroquely sick unless mixed with other ingredients). But word of astronomical beef prices certainly could get me off my duff.
One package of Costco steaks lasts me for months, partly because I eat many things other than beef and partly because a Costco lifetime supply is just about that. When you cut a package of four steaks into single-serving sizes, you end up with enough meat for 12 to 16 meals.
Well then, I’d better get going: it’s already 8:30, Costco opens at 10, it’s a half-hour drive to the nearest store, and I’m not even dressed yet. And so, awayyyyyyy…..