I don't know
what it is with me, chickens, roosters, and eggs lately? Certainly there
are more important issues like when will women have equal rights. And will the Pandemic ever end.
Back
to the Umbilical
Cord of the everyday egg. I like eggs, but when I crack them open and that milky
looking wirery squibbly fertilized
umbilical cord presents itself off the yoke in my frying pan I get woozy. So, I do the
right and good thing and take half the shell I have just cracked open and use it
to splice off the " unbili -cord," while using the other half of the shell to scoop
it out and into the sink nevermore to be seen. Then and only then can I eat it.
I even went so far as to purchase a dozen organic fed "chicken eggs."
You know
what I mean, in great hopes there may be less or no umbilical cord. And I paid
$4.60 cents vs $1.59 cents for regular eggs both of which have the same white
milky fertilized umbilical cord looking at me from the pan. I know, duh.
My
friend Peter,
whom I shall blog about at some point, says I am Obsessive-Compulsive Neurotic. I am not, my
Mother is! LOL
Why
would anyone want to eat something that came out of a Chicken's (ass). If the Chicken had
sex, I don't
think they make love, then that same egg would be-holden a little
chicken...eeewww.
Call it what you will, I cannot eat the unfertilized or fertilized umbilical cord of a "chicken egg." Now if I
scramble it quickly and its out of site, that works on occasion depending on my
mood of course. Neurotic....no way.
So be happy, be safe, be WELL and don't eat umbilical cords.....not chickens, not any okay? Good. We're good. Later's
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