Weird: I can't eat my chickens' eggs! :-O

Jastorm

In the Brooder
May 12, 2020
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It's so nice to know I'm not the only one! :D :highfive:
This is an old thread, but I specifically searched for this topic because I have the same issue. Of course I know, rationally, they taste good, they are organic, my hens are happy and comfortable. Heck, eggs are the perfect food!!
But the eggs from MY hens...my girls, my pets... hheeeyyuuuuk! Tummy does a real flip.
I was completely surprised by this discovery. My family raised backyard birds when I was a teen, and no problem. But now, I crack a fresh egg from my newly laying birds and nearly gag.
I dont think it is a disconnect from the world of farming and where our food comes from. I think I am TOO connected.
Nothing to do with chicken butts or dirt or sanitary egg cartons.
Everything to do with the emotional attachment to the birds.
I'd love to know where you stand today.
 

thepick4uchicks

Songster
May 23, 2020
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I didn't go out and get chickens. They sort of became mine accidentally. (Whole story here: https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/me.1210196/ ) They started laying and now I find that I can't eat the eggs! Nothing wrong with them. I just have this weird psychological thing about eating the eggs. I know they've not been fertilized, so that's not it. And I don't have a problem using them in a cake or something like that. But I can't make fried eggs or scrambled eggs or anything like that using my chickens' eggs.

I wonder if any of you have had this problem, or known someone who had this problem, and can tell me how to overcome it.

I'm not kidding! This is really a thing. And, yes, I know I'm a little crazy because of this.

Eggs are not being wasted. I'm giving them away.

Thanks!!
I have never heard of this with eggs but I had an Uncle who could never eat any animal that my Mama’s family raised and then butchered for food on their family farm. He was my Mama’s older brother and their were ten children in her family. Their father was killed when they were infants and toddlers with the other kids being some older but all of the kids being under the age of 12. My Grandmother was Ukrainian immigrant who could not read or write any English but could speak some English as time passed. She raised these ten kids alone on a huge farm that fed them thank goodness during the Great Depression and WWII. My Grandmother bakes bread everyday and they were blessed my Mama said to have and orchard and cows for milk to make cheese etc. but for that he would have starved because he could not eat meat from an animal he raised and then had to butcher for the family to eat to survive. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. If he could make a trade for meat he would do that. Sounds silly sometimes but I understand it because I get attached to my animals also. Eggs are different but I get it. You will just have to eventually work through it.
 

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