Dh and I met some friends at the lake last week. I thought the men might like my pickled eggs. I make them spicy and figured it may be fun to share them with friends. I brought the one wife a dozen fresh eggs because she always says how much she loves them. She knows she gets a free dozen every time I visit. She is always excited and grateful. Her daughter- in- law however... I put the jar on the table and she asked if those were made from my eggs. Yes I told her, of course! Well then how do you know there isn't a chick inside it?! I was dumbfounded at first, then I said well I collect them right away. "Oh so you collect them before the rooster gets a chance to fertilize them?" She is a school teacher and has hatched eggs in her class room. After I gathered my thoughts(and took my jaw off the floor ) I explained that they were fertilized before they were laid and that in order to develop they had to be held at a certian temp for a certian period of time. "Well I know, I hatch them in my class" Oh my!!!! That reminds me of the teacher that told my DS that a Rooster is not a chicken!!