My cousin (who is in his 50's) refused to eat fresh eggs at my house. He loves my chickens, but said, "I just can't get past it." Whatever IT is. A chicken butt, maybe?
He said, "I like my eggs pasteurized." I said he was confusing eggs with milk, because eggs are just washed, which I also do.
Now here comes the funny part . . . he said, "Well, I just like that part where they load them up on the truck and drive them around before I get them."
He said, "I like my eggs pasteurized." I said he was confusing eggs with milk, because eggs are just washed, which I also do.
Now here comes the funny part . . . he said, "Well, I just like that part where they load them up on the truck and drive them around before I get them."