Tonight I made cupcakes for my daughter to take to school tomorrow. I opened up the egg carton and gasped in astonishment at the gargantuan eggs that sat inside it. Because I knew you wouldn’t believe just how gargantuan these eggs were, I propped one up against an apple for a convincing visual aide:
Imagine my added shock when, still intimidated by their sheer size and volume, I cracked one of these eggs open and two yolks spilled from it into the bowl.
Something about this midnight experience sharply illuminated, to me, just what eggs really are (chicken fetuses), and how strange (disgusting) it is that we eat them.
It’s freaky how big these eggs are. I’m officially freaked.