Just saying no to eggs right now
Here’s the deal.
When the egg scare started (I forget when; at my age I’m lucky to remember my name most days), I yawned and declared that the latest food scare didn’t affect me.
After all, eggs in Washington State weren’t a problem.
Until this morning.
And then I started to worry.
I came home and checked the numbers on my egg carton, and breathed a sigh of relief.
My eggs are safe.
Why take a chance?
So I got rid of my eggs this evening.
Yeah, I feel like a freak.
But I also feel safer right now.
So why do I have this yen, all of a sudden, for a poached egg on toast?