You never know where your thoughts may take you when you blog. A reply to another’s post may become your “post of the day” if you’re not careful. Or, if another person writings inspire you to reveal your self . . .
One of our chickens, Hilary, was sitting on 21 eggs. Yes, 21 eggs. So, my son and I took all but five, marked them, and carted off the unmarked eggs and put them in the refrigerator.
A couple days later, I boiled them to make egg salad. Used the same amount of time to bring to a hard boil, and then turned down the heat for a medium boil.
Started to peel them, when I noticed an egg was only medium-done, it was not hard-boiled, but soft, with running liquid. Cooked them again, added more time.
Peeled one and saw red coloring. Peeled some more and saw the remains of what first appeared as a body. It couldn’t be, I thought. Must be my imagination.
Peeled more of the shell and there it was. The tiny head of a chick. Dead. Or, never brought to life.
How can I ever eat another egg?
I threw out all the ones I had boiled. Can not get the image out of my mind, and I can understand your feelings about not being able to eat turkeys after seeing them caged and mis-treated.
[Buddhist tell us they’re all sentient beings. Well, are vegetables in the same class? I don’t know. Don’t want to think of these things some times. Ignorance is bliss, but no defense under the law.]
I need to lose 25 pounds (OK, maybe 30 or 35). Pretty much have been a vegetarian since October 25 when I went to a place called Omega Institute and ate no meat, ridding myself of GIRD, the acid reflux problem with the esophagus.
Weight Watchers. Maybe I’ll look into it.
Once again, I find myself inspired by something Kim has written.