The other day, I came across an entry in my November 2016 journal that chronicled a strange occurrence.  Here it is:

I bought a couple dozen eggs from the grocery store.  Although I prefer fresh from the hen when I can get them, in a pinch old, non-fresh store-bought eggs are the alternative.  The brown ones were on sale, so they made it to my grocery cart, naturally. 

This past weekend I boiled a few to use in a potato salad.  After they were done, and I ran them under cold water to peel, pieces of something akin to paint came off the shells as I rubbed them gently.

So – this mean that these eggs weren’t naturally brown but painted so each one was uniform and brown in color.  I’d say that advertising these as brown eggs is a sham, and I feel gypped.

Things aren’t always what they seem.

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