Just a quick thought today.
This morning, I had just finished breakfast with my wife. It was nothing fancy. I fried some leftover polenta, topped it with two fried eggs, half a mashed avocado and some salsa.
As I sat there, contemplating the rest of the day and sipping some coffee, I turned to her and said, “I LOVE eggs!” She looked at me as though I were maybe a bit odd, and I explained: “When I start the morning with eggs, I just feel better. Happier. More satisfied.”
I’m not sure what this means, other than I really, really like eggs. But I know that I will keep eating eggs, because calorie-for-calorie an egg breakfast makes me more than full. It makes me satisfied.
Maybe someday I will raise chickens?