Wednesday, May 18, 2011
We are Si-a-me-ese if you ple-ease
Sunday after church, as Jeremy was making brunch, he called to me from the kitchen "Honey, I think we're having a baby."
"Yeah, I think we're having twins."
Turns out he had just cracked six eggs into a bowl, and all of them were double-yolked.
That evening, I used #7 to bind chicken burgers. One egg. Two yolks.
Monday morning, I ate #8 and #9 for breakfast. Both double-yolked.
Tuesday morning, I scrambled up #10 for Natasha. Kid got two yolks for the price of one.
That emptied the carton (eggs here are sold in tens, not dozens).
This same phenomenon happened to my sister while she was pregnant with my niece last year. We teased her the whole time that it was a sign she was having twins. She didn't have twins, as it turned out. Those eggs were from Trader Joe's.
My carton of freak eggs were bought here at the hypermarket. They were a brand that professes to be extra-nutritious. A brand I had switched to, because the previous, extra-nutritious brand that I was using (called "Extra"), had started to freak me out. You see, the Extra eggs have extremely, freakishly, orange yolks. They also taste a lot better than normal eggs. I have tried in vain to determine what the producers of Extra eggs do to their eggs to make them so tasty. As I have been unable to figure this out, I will assume it's something really bad and/or dangerous. The best-tasting stuff is always bad for you.
And that's why we decided to try these other eggs.
Which were probably laid by chickens on steroids.
By the way, part of the reason I am blogging about this is in the hopes that someone out there knows what makes these Russian eggs so tasty. If you are that someone, please comment and fill me in!