Friday, February 8, 2013

Duck, eggs!

My father buys eggs for my family.

He's my egg connection.  Up until recently, we have always bought our eggs from the grocery store.  But then we started feeding my children boiled egg whites for breakfast, and our egg requirements increased.

By the way, the egg whites only thing for breakfast, while the healthier option, is not a choice my wife and I made.  I have picky children.  They won't eat the yolks.  But they will eat the whites, and that's okay with me.

So we boil five eggs for breakfast every morning:  one for each child, two for my wife, who has one for breakfast and one as a snack through the day, and one for me which I eat for lunch.

But all this is apart from the main point, which is that my dad buys our eggs. He buys ten dozen a week from a lady who raises chickens at her farm.  He's a good customer.  This lady also raises ducks, apparently, because she gave my father a dozen-and-a-half duck eggs gratis.  My family received nine of those eighteen eggs.

My reaction was simple:  free eggs.  Cool.  My family, strangely enough, also seemed to be okay with that.  Logically, duck eggs shouldn't be that different from chicken eggs.  Logic, however, doesn't always enter into our gustatory decisions.  This time, it did.

My wife boiled the duck eggs yesterday morning for our breakfast/lunch.  When she came upstairs, she told me that the duck eggs were floating.  I thought about it for a second, then said, "Makes sense."

If you laughed, smiled, smirked, or even were just mildly amused after reading that, thank you.  I like you.  You got it.  What I did there was set up a logical naturalistic fallacy.  What your mind did, or in my opinion, should have done there was follow through the naturalistic fallacy:  Ducks float, ducks have eggs, duck eggs should float.  And then you recognized the false logic behind that statement and were amused.  I hope.

I love my wife.  She got it.  I love my mother.  She got it as well.  And they both laughed.  Some of you may recognize a similar naturalistic fallacy from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, except being British, theirs was much more complex.  But it still involved a duck.

P.S.  You may be wondering how the duck eggs were.  I will be eating the remaining four.  They are not bad, but it is very difficult to separate the yolk from the white.  They are also slightly different in texture.  A little "tougher."  This doesn't bother me, but my family can be picky.  I'll eat just about anything.

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