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(#78) UNPLEASANT SURPRISES:
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I was born on a farm. We had a cow and chickens and a horse and a dog and a barn cat. My job was to coax eggs out from under the broody hens and bring them into the kitchen. Chickens are not too ight-bray, and they'd wander off and leave their eggs any-old-where, and sometimes you'd discover them a bit late. Consequently, whenever you'd break eggs for eating or cooking you'd crack them one by one into a separate bowl and take a gander at them to make sure that they weren't busy turning into a chicken. Sometimes they'd be rotten, and that's a smell you don't forget. Even though I get my food at the store, I've always been just the littlest bit apprehensive whenever I crack open an egg. Maybe you are, too. |