This is a good subject and yes we eat fertilized eggs, no they don't taste anything different. As said, to the untrained eye, no one would notice what a fertilized egg would look like anyways. Before I understood what a fertilized egg looked like, I thought it was that little red dot one sometimes find, or a larger red mark. That is not the rooster mark, that is a bit of the intestinal lining that has sloughed off, or a bit of blood from a broken blood vessel. We still eat those, and it does not bother me one little bit.
I have a story, now imagine that. My youngest Daughter's Husband is a bit of an over-reactionary fellow, he worries about things, especially when things are not right. Well, that made a whole lotta sense now didn't it? I am speaking like, if a steak is thawed and not cooked for a couple of days, he freaks out and won't eat it, or if something is cooked and is more than 2 days old (meat I am speaking of), he is very worried that he is going to die if he eats that. These are the kinds of worries that he has, odd, as he is such a risktaker in life with so many other things. Oh well.
One morning my Daughter was still in bed, it was her day off, Hubby had to go to work. She could hear him swearin' up a storm in the kitchen and came out to see what was up. He said, I can't eat these eggs, they got backbones in them. Well, what the dickens is that all about!!! It was probably September, and he knew I had been incubating my brains out over the past few months. I had stopped incubating and ALWAYS gather eggs every day and store them properly. He knows that. He knows me. He knows how anal I am about EVERYTHING and that includes cleanliness and well, just takin' care of business in the best way that I can. He always, and I mean always, takes my advice on stuff, I am his leaning pool for any question regarding health, can I eat this safely, can I eat that safely, etc., you get the gist.
So this man, standing in the kitchen, breaking an egg (oh did I mention these are my farm fresh eggs, probably no older than a week, gathered and washed and refrigerated within a day of picking), and he saw a spine of a chick. Nope.
That was him and his over-reactive nature. She assured him that his Mother in Law would not have a growing baby in one of her freshly picked and cleaned eggs. Do you think he would believe that? Nope. He said it was a spine. She told me what it was. It was a blood dot.....brother. So from that day until he got over his trauma of the spine of a forming baby chick (we know it was just a blood spot, but he wouldn't believe it) was over, he got his white eggs, bought from the store, the rest of her family got the good ol', FRESH, farm eggs.
I had a wonderful relationship with my Sons-in-Laws, they love me to pieces and I am a treasure to them, they treat me well. I can speak anything I like to them, I am their gal of wisdom and they listen. They know if I do not know something, I will not speak to it, or ever give misinformation, I just stay quiet, but if I know something, I stick to my guns and will tell them what is up and what is down. I spoke to him, explaining what a fertilized egg looks like. That little white donut that you can barely see, and I showed that to him. I assured him that he would never in his lifetime, find a baby chick growing in one of the eggs that came from my chickenyards, because of the heat that must be applied to an egg for a couple of days before any action of something growing within could be seen. I explained to him that I gather eggs daily and they are cooled, not heated up. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever get from me an egg that had a baby chick growing within (well......
, dear Son-in-Law, don't piss off your Mother-in-Law, you might find a surprise in an egg one day, oops, did I say that, that was my inner voice, smiling that big smile). I explained to him I know what he saw, and that it was a speck of two of blood, and I also explained to him what that was, and it was not the vertebrae of a baby chick. I know he trusted me, he has no reason to not trust me. He is eating brown eggs again, ones that came from my birds.
This is how the mind can take over and all kinds of scarey, to some people, things can manifest. Knowledge is powerful. And now this man is armed with the power to know what can sometimes be found in a homegrown chicken egg, that may just turn ya off a little. I told him to just pick out that little red mark with a spoon, and I am sure he does. Beautiful days, CynthiaM.
(I don't really know about that, but it sounded good!) Hey, maybe you could market your eggs as high protein eggs, and sell them to body builders or something. hee hee!
