As much as I love the blog "More Ways to Waste Time" this photo gave me traumatic second grade flashbacks. In Mrs. Vasquez's 2nd grade class we hatched chicken eggs and learned about how the chicken embryo developed etc. since then I have been unable to eat an egg unless that gelatinous white stringy thing (I'm sure it has a name) has been cooked to the consistency of concrete. When I saw this photo I almost lost it and I re-affirmed why it may be a good idea to avoid eggs altogether.
There is a happy/sad end to the second grade egg project. I got to keep on of the chicks. He was so cute and fluffy and I named him Clampsys. Then he grew up and became the ruler of our back garden, chasing down anyone who dared enter his domain and attacking with both beak and spurs. One day he was gone. My mother's theory was that the next door neighbors put a chicken hit out on him. Who really knows. What I do know is from the age of seven on I took my eggs over hard.
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