About Eating Raw Eggs

Son, Where You Going With Those Eggs In Your Hand?

Early in my post, Energy and The Big Fat Egg-xaggeration..., I noted that I used to eat raw eggs.

I want to make that more accurate: The eggs were not actually quite raw.

In my youthful days of hyper-intense training, before there existed anything like a reasonable protein supplement, let alone a strength-food like Full Strength, I consumed A LOT of eggs. And I do mean "consumed" for I didn’t cook them but rather simply heated them in very hot water to kill anything that might kill me and then blended the whites, usually a dozen at a time, with a couple yokes and some OJ. And drank them!

This was my primary source of quality protein for a good ten years. I don’t think the nice lady at the local Safeway ever quite got used to me rolling through the check-out with 8-10 dozen eggs. The dialogue was all to familiar. The check out lady (it was 90% of time a lady in those days) would look at the eggs, glance back at me, back at the eggs and I could see the wheels turning. Then, as she was ringing them up, without ever looking up, she'd casually say, “Baking, are you?”

To which I’d say, “Baking?” as if I didn’t know what the f%&$ she was talking about.

“The eggs?” She’d say, “What you doing with all the eggs?” To which I'd crisply say, “Eat them.”

That was the end of that interaction. I’m certain most the time they would assume me to making some sort of weird joke or just being an ass. And maybe that’s where I found the humor in that I gave them a straight, honest answer and it wasn’t my issue if it didn’t fit in their paradigm and hence they were left to struggle with it.

Fortunately, I don't do that any more... have to eat all those eggs or be a smartass... although I'm not above either.