Basically, I timed a pot of eggs. Throwed them in ice water afterwards. When I finally peeled one, the center was maybe medium? I thought, "Oh no!" I knew I would be fine with them, but my wife wouldn't eat them.
Good lord.
I couldn't believe how good my yard bird's eggs were at half mast. So velvety. Not chalk-like, like almost every boiled egg I've ever had since birth. I almost shed a tear thinking about how I could have been enjoying boiled eggs all this time, instead of having to drink something just to get them down.
I don't think I'll be giving any more eggs away, well, unless someone's wife wants to trade me something for them.
Good lord.
I couldn't believe how good my yard bird's eggs were at half mast. So velvety. Not chalk-like, like almost every boiled egg I've ever had since birth. I almost shed a tear thinking about how I could have been enjoying boiled eggs all this time, instead of having to drink something just to get them down.
I don't think I'll be giving any more eggs away, well, unless someone's wife wants to trade me something for them.
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