I don’t like eggs. I don’t miss them. I don’t think about them. I don’t lay them. Perhaps the only time they enter my brain is when I visit my local bodega and the wafting smell of a frying egg send me on a trip to gag city – other than that they’re out of sight and out of mind. (Or, y’know, that Jason Mraz thing)
But one (vegan or otherwise) can’t help but be struck by what’s going on with the latest egg recall. The issues surrounding this recall are deeply woven and highlight the abject failure of the industry as a whole. It’s scary stuff.
The Daily Beast has an informative (quick) post about both the recall and reasons why egg suckers would be wise to remain concerned. I suggest you forward it to the eggheads in your life.
You know what really gets me? That someone at sometime in history saw the egg fall out of a chicken’s butt and thought it would make a great meal…