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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.
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.
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