A few months ago, I committed to eating one original egg recipe a day for a period of one year. I started out with the best intentions. I ate omelets and egg soups and quiches and shakshukas. My hopes were high. My fridge overflowed with eggs. I was determined. I had too many eggs to deal with. And then. Well, and then I found out I was pregnant.
And my eggs-periment has been on a death march ever since.
Pregnancy in and of itself is not much of an excuse for abandoning my ovum ambitions. Eggs are supposedly a “perfect protein” and are really good for developing babies; they make their brains really huge or something. It’s just that, well, I found that eating an egg a day in a new, original, crazy interpretation whilst with child didn’t exactly spark my appetite. It was a huge turn-off, actually. I came to dread my daily dose of yolk.
As a pregnant lady, I find that I only want to eat what I want when I want it. No exceptions.
So I hope you’ll pardon the egg hiatus. I’m not abandoning the project altogether. I’m just whittling it down–drastically–to about once or twice a week or so. Not as dramatic as the one-a-day thing, but it’s all I can handle.
For the next five months, I gotta go where my appetite takes me. And right now, it’s calling out for a peanut butter chocolate chip cookie and a piece of venison jerky. Gotta go.
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Eh you gave it the ol’ college try. My sis still can’t eat eggs and her little one is….19 months. So at some point are you going to post your hopes and dreams for Jessie II’s birth? Would love to hear them.