my parents are supreme tricksters, harlequins of my free time. however, there is a rosy(yolky) ending to this visit. one of my dad's clients owns his own farm (he also has his phd in chemistry and works for bristol meyer; talk about dream intersections) and gave my father some of his fresh eggs. they were all sorts of different shades of brown, watered down blue and cream. they were also absolutely delicious. good start.