I'm currently back in the US visiting home and updating my certifications at school and I had a rather mundane but extremely unique experience today: A store bought egg.
I havent had one of them in so long that I honestly didn't even consider using the odd pasty white orbs in the strange Styrofoam box. I just went about my days eating other things and most often skipping breakfast altogether. Today was different, I was low on supplies and looking to add something to a can of cheap soup to make it interesting when a flash hit me. EGGS
At home these are the go to protein and because there are so many they get added to just about everything. It was a bit baffeling that I had survived for almost 2 months without eating one so I opened that strange Styrofoam food coffin and took out two eggs to add to my soup.
I crack them open break them up and stir them into the soup like old times. Eager to have a quick meal I settle in front of the computer for study time. Little did I know what I was in for.
It all started off normal as ever Mrs. Grass box soup, the flavor that hasn't changed in 20 years. Oniony, garlicy, chemical romance that it is, better than Lipton by the 10 cents it costs a staple of early high school mom is busy with her own life (as she should be) days. Not only can I cook it myself at 13, I can add things and play with flavors. Things like this inspired me to become the holiday dinner go to man I am today.
However in this bowl of soup there was something sinister waiting for me that I never had expected.
There was... [duh duh dunnnnn] an "Egg" [squeeeeeee]
Those first few bites of soup were lacking something but I kind of ignored it as I was busy with homework. Then it hit me, right in the mouth. That egg yolk was waiting for me and knew just what to do. Like wet newspaper with glue it stuck to everything in my mouth with the strangest feeling and taste. Something completely foreign had entered my mouth and I live in China!
It was terrible, I honestly say I had no idea what it was. At first I thought something had fallen into the soup when I was reading from my desk. As impossible as it may sound it was the best explanation my brain came up with on short notice. However lovely this forgotton newspaper jumps in my soup conspiracy may have been my brain was dead wrong. That egg was just awful.
I decided to write it up to the fridge and maybe it was an old egg or a bad one, something had to explain this taste. Well, the next egg was no better. A little more cooked this was simply dried out old cardboard with newspaper and worm. I got a fresh one and cooked it with yolk intact and sure enough this was the flavor of store bought eggs.
My eyes were opened. I can fully appreciate the difference between farm raised eggs and the junk that is sold en mass.
Sure I knew I liked my eggs and they were better for me, but after so long I had lost touch to the complete and un-nerving difference between chain store garbage and real food. Maybe this is why some new people cant get their head around farm eggs and reject them, they just aren't used to having such flavor from something and instinctively believe something must be wrong and unhealthy. After all with real eggs there isn't any chemical twinge in the back of the throat when you are done. Food just cant be food without masofractionated paolymaonulate transpoly oil! It just cant be food if you can pronounce it! Come on this is the 21st century we are living in Dammit!
I do admit I like the chain store for all of its convince and variety but one really has to stop at the boxes and ease of it all and go back to nature for the important daily essentials. Eat from the land, use the store for those few meals when you really just need to.
I'll never stop buying my boxed chemical soup for nights when ease is king, but I'll never go back to getting my essential nutrients from a chain store either.
Long live real eggs~
I havent had one of them in so long that I honestly didn't even consider using the odd pasty white orbs in the strange Styrofoam box. I just went about my days eating other things and most often skipping breakfast altogether. Today was different, I was low on supplies and looking to add something to a can of cheap soup to make it interesting when a flash hit me. EGGS
At home these are the go to protein and because there are so many they get added to just about everything. It was a bit baffeling that I had survived for almost 2 months without eating one so I opened that strange Styrofoam food coffin and took out two eggs to add to my soup.
I crack them open break them up and stir them into the soup like old times. Eager to have a quick meal I settle in front of the computer for study time. Little did I know what I was in for.
It all started off normal as ever Mrs. Grass box soup, the flavor that hasn't changed in 20 years. Oniony, garlicy, chemical romance that it is, better than Lipton by the 10 cents it costs a staple of early high school mom is busy with her own life (as she should be) days. Not only can I cook it myself at 13, I can add things and play with flavors. Things like this inspired me to become the holiday dinner go to man I am today.
However in this bowl of soup there was something sinister waiting for me that I never had expected.
There was... [duh duh dunnnnn] an "Egg" [squeeeeeee]
Those first few bites of soup were lacking something but I kind of ignored it as I was busy with homework. Then it hit me, right in the mouth. That egg yolk was waiting for me and knew just what to do. Like wet newspaper with glue it stuck to everything in my mouth with the strangest feeling and taste. Something completely foreign had entered my mouth and I live in China!
It was terrible, I honestly say I had no idea what it was. At first I thought something had fallen into the soup when I was reading from my desk. As impossible as it may sound it was the best explanation my brain came up with on short notice. However lovely this forgotton newspaper jumps in my soup conspiracy may have been my brain was dead wrong. That egg was just awful.
I decided to write it up to the fridge and maybe it was an old egg or a bad one, something had to explain this taste. Well, the next egg was no better. A little more cooked this was simply dried out old cardboard with newspaper and worm. I got a fresh one and cooked it with yolk intact and sure enough this was the flavor of store bought eggs.
My eyes were opened. I can fully appreciate the difference between farm raised eggs and the junk that is sold en mass.
Sure I knew I liked my eggs and they were better for me, but after so long I had lost touch to the complete and un-nerving difference between chain store garbage and real food. Maybe this is why some new people cant get their head around farm eggs and reject them, they just aren't used to having such flavor from something and instinctively believe something must be wrong and unhealthy. After all with real eggs there isn't any chemical twinge in the back of the throat when you are done. Food just cant be food without masofractionated paolymaonulate transpoly oil! It just cant be food if you can pronounce it! Come on this is the 21st century we are living in Dammit!
I do admit I like the chain store for all of its convince and variety but one really has to stop at the boxes and ease of it all and go back to nature for the important daily essentials. Eat from the land, use the store for those few meals when you really just need to.
I'll never stop buying my boxed chemical soup for nights when ease is king, but I'll never go back to getting my essential nutrients from a chain store either.
Long live real eggs~
