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. 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.
You guys know in Germany they sell eggs off the shelf , right?
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. ::sideeye:: 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.
What are some things you take for granted when you are abroad?
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