Bound to happen eventually.

Until this morning, I'd never cracked an egg open to find a chicken inside. I've found bits of blood and double yolks, but never a chick - a sad, little grey thing, all sour and rotten. Thank goodness it was my first egg, or else I'd needed to throw out the whole batch.

Farmers' market eggs: always full of surprises.

In retrospect, maybe I should've saved it to cook in some olive oil. Kind of like balut...nah. There'd be way too many tiny bones.