Now, I have 2 1/2 doz in my fridge. Why? Because a little while back I was making bacon and eggs, a staple here on the farm. As I cracked the egg into the skillet, I dropped a piece of shell into the skillet with the eggs. I just scooped out the piece with another piece of shell. No big deal. At least that's what I thought.
As I was savoring the taste of the delicious eggs, I bit down onto something crunchy. At first I thought that it may be just where I had the skillet up a little to high and it made the sides of the eggs crispy. I chewed some more. No........This wasn't the same kind of crunch. I chewed some more. It started to feel a little weird. Like I was chewing sand. Then I remembered the shell.
Instantly my stomach turned. I ran to the bath room and spit the contents of my mouth in the toilet. I closed my mouth, CRUNCH. AUGH!!!!!! Spit! Spit!! Still couldn't get it out of my mouth! By this time I'm gagging.
I grab some water from the sink swish it around my mouth. Spit! Crunch. More gagging!!!!! No folks, I don't have a weak stomach. I can gut an animal and them fix it to eat that same day. I can go fishing and eat a bologna sandwich with fish worm guts on my hands. I can even find a hair on my plate as I'm getting ready to eat and think, "Hmm, hair." But, I GAGGED when I couldn't get this egg shell out of my mouth! Even now as I type this, my stomach is turning.
I brushed my teeth 3 times before I felt like I had gotten all of the bits of shell out of my mouth. Whew! Then I looked down into the sink. I saw a small brown speck. It may or may not have been a piece of shell. I don't know, it was soooo small I couldn't really tell. But, my stomach lurched again.
So as of right now, I can't even think about eating an egg. Hopefully this will not last long. I LIKE my eggs. I just don't like the shells.
So until next time,
Small Farm Girl, gag