Sometimes
I eat an egg and I think. Hmm, this is tasty, this egg business. I like it.
Then sometimes I think about where eggs come from and I get really grossed out. Like chickens do their business out of one hole, the cloaca. So do I really want to eat this thing? A lot of business was done there. Big business. Like an entire industry of sorts.
This is what I’m thinking about as I have just come home from getting a drink with Marco and Lizzie. Eggs. Did we talk about eggs? No. Did we eat eggs? No. I just thought about it. Because I’m kind of hungry I guess. I mean I could eat an egg but I don’t like where’ve they been. But tomorrow I may feel differently. Hard to say. I will keep you posted because I know it’s very important to you, this egg status. I should have a little indicator on the site somewhere. EGGS YAY! or EGGS: COVERED WITH INDUSTRY.
Now this strikes me as a slightly buzzed blog post,being that I am a professional at buzzed posts. How many drinks did you have miss Annie? Eggs are great btw, industry and all, as long as they’re not too runny when you have a hangover
Eggs are the best. Hard boiled in a salad, cooked into an omelette, or cracked on top of a pizza while it’s baking. One day I’m going to put a fried egg on a burger just to see what it’s like.
But yeah, I don’t particularly like to think about them coming out of a chicken’s vaganus.
@ Alex
I believe the medical term is ” Va-J-J”
Eggs are embryo’s.
I love a fried egg on toast with a good spread of tahini on the toast first and fair sprinkle of salt on the top and then a bit of chopped parsley. Mmmm… embryo..
Ramon: Perhaps I was a little buzzed, but still eggs are weird.
Alex: Yeah the whole one hole thing is really weird. Like business and pleasure are all combined. No separation of church and state, etc.
Simon: That does sound good actually. I mean I like eggs, I just can’t think about them closely.
don’t think too much. you are already a vegetarian. you might run out of things to eat.
Fly: I can always gnaw on some roots or something.