I used to like Easter egg hunting when I was a kid. We didn't have plastic eggs filled with candy, and toys and all that crap... We had boiled chicken eggs that were painted. Being that I have always loved eggs, this was like Christmas for my stomach. So I brutalized my way into as many boiled egg finds as possible. By the time the hunt was over, I would gaze down at my bounty and smile knowingly. That night, I had eaten boiled eggs for lunch, dinner, and the remaining in bed. No less than 30 of them altogether. In a day. I felt like a king.
I guess those were the times I figured you can't overdose on eggs, and from that point on, when I'd fry eggs, I would fry no less than 4 or 5 at a time.
I haven't checked my cholesterol or anything like that yet... but I'm pretty sure I'm probably about to die now.
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