The cost of eggs still feels slightly outrageous in New York. But occasionally, if you pass by C-Town on Park Street on a blessed Tuesday, you might catch medium-sized dozens for $3.99—an almost miraculous sight when New York City prices average $6.72, occasionally dipping to $5 or even $3, though rarely at the same time your fridge is empty.
The pricing logic? Mysterious. Tuesdays are the deal days, but then, like some grocery mood swing, C-Town gets expensive again as the weekend approaches. The pattern repeats without warning, like weather or Wi-Fi in town—unreliable but not worth complaining about anymore. You stop thinking about it. Eggs are eggs. You buy them when the stars align and forget when they don’t. I tried the substitutes—flaxseed slurry, chia gel, tofu optimism—but nothing quite replaces an egg at breakfast. You can skip the bacon, laugh off the hash browns, but a lonely plate without that sunny round feels incomplete. Like saying good morning without meaning it. Now, about C-Town. Folks grumble, sure. It’s got its quirks and imperfect charm, but it’s in walking distance, and downtown Peekskill doesn’t exactly overflow with grocery options. I&J Fresh over on Washington Street offers a backup plan—smaller selection, tighter aisles. But I’ll admit the butchers there are better-looking and suspiciously charming. They flirt as if they’re auditioning for a meat-counter rom-com. So, when I need fish or chicken, I let their cheeky hospitality guide my protein choices. It’s the 4th of July today. A big day for the country. Fireworks, cookouts, flags flapping on porches—everyone finds their own way to mark it. However, and wherever you spend it, here’s wishing you a warm, egg-filled celebration.
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