Why I don't like them
- Think about what they are. Just do it. I dare you.
- They smell horrible.
- When you can't find them at Easter, they smell even worse.
- They taste kind of weird.
- There is the fear of breaking one open to find a red spot, or even a half developed fetus.
- The membrane. *shudder*
- Getting out the tiny shells that have fallen in.
- They kind of look like snot on the inside.
- Under cook them and they can kill you.
- They break too easily, and storing them is a pain.
- Separating the white from the yolk is also a pain.
When I do enjoy them
- Cakes, cookies, baking.
- Meatloaf.
- French Toast
- Icing and such.
- Throwing them against walls.
- Egg yolk paint (Tempura)
- Crushing them in my hands
- Sometimes (main word: sometimes) I enjoy an egg salad sandwich
