Thursday, March 11, 2010
I have a confession to make. Well, I have many to make, but I'll limit it to one. For now. ANYway, I grew up in a rural area. We have to drive 30 minutes to get to the wal marts and everything. We had some livestock, pigs, cow and chickens, and once we even had a horse. He was the spawn of the devil and still haunts my dreams. The point is that I was no livestock dummy. I by no means was an expert, but I had the basics down, they need food, water and shelter. I even gave a 4-H speech at fair about raising pigs. Yup, I was in the KNOW. So, when I was 17 and my dad tells me that all chicken eggs are brown and they sand them down to make them white I believed it. And thought how stupid city people were for paying for sanded eggs. I even educated one of my 'city' friends about eggs. I thought this for YEARS people, years. But I learned my lesson when dad finally told me, years later, that there were white eggs and brown eggs. I was shaken, at a loss, and left wondering- how do they make the green eggs then?