Well tonight I decided to try a new brownie recipe. A coworker is leaving the office life and heading back to the States to play in horse shit. haha. (I will miss you, A) No seriously she is following her passion and reentering the horse world. I think, horse folk are like a cult, but don't tell any of them that I said that.
ANYWAYS, she is having a shin dig and since I like her, I am making brownies. Brownies require eggs so I ventured to the market to grab some, this reminded of things I took for granted. You guys know they sell eggs off the shelf, right? I mean when you head home you can refridgerate them but normally you just pick 'em up in the isle, usually next to the bread. If that isn't weird enough, many times your eggs come with chicken feces and feathers on them. The feces usually serves as a glue for the feather. I heard other expats make the observation of feathers on their eggs, and I thought it was an urban legend. I would be like " oh that must be from one of those stores in the East, on the West side of town, we have clean eggs" WRONG. Shortly after clowning a friend and her ghetto eggs I found a feather and poo-glue on a half dozen I bought in my local store. I snapped a picture of course. Now I am used to it, I just have anti-bacterial soap and I wash my eggs right before I use them, in case some particles want to travel into whatever I am making.
I mean, I know where eggs come from, but I am not going out back into my chicken coop and shopping, I am in a proper store! When I mention that I found feathers on eggs off-putting to Germans, I get the same response. "At least you know they are real". I don't know about you, but in my entire time on Earth, I have never questioned the authenticity of an egg. And even if I wanted to verify something was really and truly an egg, I wouldn't use poop as a validation method, just sayin.
UPDATE: brownie fail. they are raw. did i ever mention i hate this fan assisted oven! it's useless!! bah