Last night I had eggs for supper. As I was putting them on a plate, DH texted saying he had 1/2 an hour to talk before he had to start driving. As I sat on my bed listening to him, and eating my eggs I began to feel really guilty and grossed out. I was eating Marans eggs. They happened to be the first ones I have eaten. I was thinking, "I am eating those poor chicken's eggs! I hope they don't find out!" Then I began thinking that I don't really know the chickens that well. Where have they been? What have they been eating the past few weeks? Are they clean chickens?"
Yup, you guys talk about being crazy! I did laugh when I realized my train of thought. In my defense (not that I have one) I am still new to eating my other brown eggs. I see now that I am going to have to work up to eating my blue and green eggs. I thought I would be okay. Guess not!