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
I had the same thing happen when I bought a pack of eggs here in Brussels. I thought the damn chick had halfway hatched or something as furry as that egg was. I was so surprised I dropped it...and then had to clean egg, egg shells and feathers off my floor. Man I miss clean eggs!
ReplyDeletehaha, you thought it was a chick? that is hilarious. i would have thought something similar if i didnt have any warning. i mean this is crazy. there is an entire industry of egg cleaners. ah europe. love your blog!
ReplyDeleteOMG! Too damn funny!! Thanks for commenting on my blog, I am beyond thrilled to find yours and can't wait to read all your posts!
ReplyDelete@ Nicole - Yeah it was the lack of warning that did it. I picked up the egg and the side I was looking at was nice and clean....then I turned it around and there were feathers everywhere...resulting in me having to clean my floor. And I'm loving your blog! Have I mentioned how jealous I am that you're living in Berlin? I have? OK thought I'd mention it again :-).
ReplyDeleteIt is a great city, I am really blessed to have been able to find a job here and make a life for myself. Maybe I can start an expat egg cleaning service. mmm
ReplyDeleteeek! I've had fresh eggs many times before Stateside (thanks to my grandparents living in the country). My grandfather had a hen house and my sister would sometimes gather eggs directly from the hen house for our breakfast when we were kids; and they were never really dirty (no poo and feathers). It makes me wonder what's going on in the European hen houses. LOL
ReplyDeleteon the subject of weird egg experiences... this is a bit yucky and disturbing, so any egg-phobics should look away now. ok, years ago, i must have been a teen, at home, southern Spain, parents house. Ready to make an omellete, crack perfectly clean egg only to pour into a cup and see how it is all RED... one of the most disgusting experiences in my life.
ReplyDeleteAs far as eggs and feathers, not so many where I live but will be thoroughly washing my hands after i handle them from now on :P