Scrambled Eggs

If you didn't already know, I'm a picky eater. I'm not a fan of meat. Red meat is off limits, but I will eat chicken breast, tuna and turkey. I don't really like turkey meat or tuna. Eggs also make my stomach turn, but I will eat them just trying not to think about what an egg is. 

With that being said, I started to make scrambled eggs this morning. I buy cage free eggs, which isn't as great as I thought.  On average, each caged laying hen is afforded only 67 square inches of cage space - less space than a single sheet of letter-sized paper on which to live their entire life. More than likely, their beaks are also cut off. That made me mad but that's another subject. So, I cracked two eggs into a cup and saw something brownish. The egg shells are brown but I knew it wasn't part of the shell. I scooped it out with a spoon to inspect. Yep, it was an embryo! Even writing it, I want to vomit. My boss is a doctor and she inspected the little guy. She informed me, you can make out the eyes. I noticed when I first looked but looked again. Imagine finding this in your breakfast...