I have an egg related problem.
Twice a month, I get eggs from a local farmer. Lovely brown eggs, taste great, and I haven't seen yolks so yellow since when I lived on a farm as a wee child. Please understand, these are objectively wonderful eggs.
I also get 30 eggs per delivery, making my total monthly egg take home 60 eggs. Now here's the problem.
I can't stand the texture of eggs.
Scrambled, boiled, fried, and I don't intend to pull a @inbabylontheywept and enjoy a couple dozen snake style. I just can't do egg texture.
"But toad, just use them in baking!" I'VE TRIED. My freezer is apocalyptically prepped with baked goods. My parental units have kindly asked me, their beloved daughter, to please stop making them cookies this is the 4th time this week it's getting to be a problem. My neighbors avoid eye contact lest I offer yet another loaf of bread. My friends are too nice for their own good, and now their freezers are apocalyptically prepped with baked goods.
I've become some sort of accidental egg dealer in my circles. Tucking eggs into my coat pockets, gingerly offering them to strangers on the street. Politely begging, please take these eggs I have so many, please take them. It's still not enough. There's still. more. eggs.
I can't cancel my order. I can't, the farmer is too nice. She loves her chickens, calls them her little lassies. She only charges $12 for 30 eggs (I would be paying roughly $25 for the same in stores). This is an excellent deal that I'd be silly to cancel, all because I have too much of a good thing.
I'm taking home 30 more eggs today. I haven't even finished the last batch of eggs. There are so many eggs.