A conundrum is something that is puzzling or confusing.  Like which came first the chicken or the egg?  I have no idea, I’m just glad there was a rooster involved so that the circle of life is able to continue.  Without the rooster how could I make my deviled eggs to take to the church pot luck dinner where I found out that deviled eggs in church should be called angel eggs.  Ah another conundrum.

Eggs are the perfect little food.  They come already wrapped in a package that they can be transported, stored or cooked in. As with many other things in life, in deciding on which egg to purchase; size matters. I was at the dairy section of the grocery store and as I was looking for the jumbo eggs, our egg size of choice, when I took a second look at the entire display of eggs.

Ok who out there buys the small eggs? And for goodness sakes why?  I mean if you are going to risk high cholesterol at all why do it with those wimpy little baby eggs?  I picked up a carton of the little guys and opened it up.  You need to do this if you, like me, for years have just picked up the size you are use to buying.   Inside there are twelve of the cutest little white orbs.  It would take at least six maybe eight to make a normal sized omelet!  Oh and to feed a group of pot luck dinner goers you would be peeling eggs for at least two days to get enough “angel” eggs to go around.

Next up, since I was there, I checked out the medium sized eggs.  They were larger but you could still hold three or four in your hand.  These would also be under appreciated if you used less than at least three in a breakfast.  So next there are the large.  Large, the name itself booms “Buy me, I am large and in charge.”  Not really though.  The large are in ample supply and I gather from that that they are the egg of choice for most households from breakfast to Easter.  You could use them for the pot luck dinner side dish or they would be fine to pair them one potato to one egg in making potato salad. Are you getting hungry too?

A note here; for some reason I can make about a tub of potato salad with just one potato and one egg. I start out to make just a small salad for the two of us and it seems, somehow to end up with enough to fill my large yellow, three gallon, Tupperware bowl.  It has been that way since, well, forever.  Does anyone else find that? Watch out if I ever get my hands on a sack of potatoes and a dozen eggs.  I could probably feed a whole city of “pot luck-ers.”  Moving on.

For those who really want a bigger egg, but are too embarrassed or weight conscience or cholesterol minded to buy the jumbo eggs, there are the extra large eggs.  That is the only reason I can see for the extra large eggs.  Don’t worry about being judged at the check-out line.  The clerks are too busy to care what size eggs you buy.  Go for the gold.  Get the jumbo.  You won’t be sorry and you won’t go back to just “extra large” either.

There is a bit of danger in the jumbos.  They do tend to break a little easier.  It must be due to the fact that in the realm of egg making within the chicken all eggs will use the same amount of material in the shell. Each egg, by design is allotted so many square centimeters of shell stuff and the jumbos have to be stretched so much (Yee ouch!) that they get thinner and break easier. (Actually eggs “blow up” inside the chicken with the outside getting thinner and thinner like a balloon, every farmer knows this). To prove this theory, just take a small and a jumbo and break each one open. There is definitely a difference in the shell thickness. Hey you don’t get this kind of education just anywhere!

Last, let me just say a few words about “free range” eggs.  Oh boy!  Now free range eggs come from free range chickens, I assume.  This brings pictures to my mind of cowboys chasing chickens across the range.  Gathering the flock, horseback trying to keep the birds calm riding along cooing, “Ho chicken.”  “Hey chicken.”  “Get along chicken.”  And then what?  Come round up time do they use little lassos made from kite string to catch a free range chicken?  I can’t quite see the cowboys I know bull doggin’ chickens. Oh, and with free range chickens how are the eggs found let alone gathered?  I’m just done here. You figure it out.

Trina Machacek lives in Eureka, Nevada her book IYT BITS can be found on Kindle.  Share your thoughts and opinions with her at itybytrina@yahoo.com