Have you ever wondered what on earth the first person to eat an egg was thinking? Well I have. I mean they must have looked at the chicken and thought "hey, ya know, I think I'm gonna eat the first thing that comes out of that." Why? Why would you ever think that? It just doesn't seem like a good idea. Now, don't get me wrong I like eggs. They aren't my favorite but I like them. And I like cooking with them. Anywho, I was telling my mom about my thoughts on eggs, and this is the conversation that followed.
Mom: It's not chicken poop, Felicia. You have your chicken anatomy wrong. It's an egg.
Me: Great, so now I have to think about how I'm eating a dead chicken baby everytime I eat an egg. I'm eating a dead baby mom!
Mom: Felicia, it's not a dead baby. Every female has eggs and when the egg drops it has to be fertilized before...
Me: NOOOO! No! Just stop, please. Now not only do I not love eggs but I'm never going to be able to look at one ever again. Gross, mom, gross.
Mom: It's just life. It's a beautif...
Me: AHHHHHH!!!! No. We're done.
That is the woman I grew up with ladies and gentleman. And the woman who has now successfully destroyed eggs for me.
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