Reading a breakfast menu at a restaurant in Fort Collins yesterday cracked me up. (Sorry, had to do a pun) My wife and I were eating at a long-standing, mostly vegetarian, used-to-be hippie place near Colorado State University. They have moved over the years, upgraded the décor, and expanded the menu some. I like the place.
We hadn’t been there for quite a while, and the menu looked like it has been revamped. The menu term that caught my eye right away was “cage free” eggs. (It was cage free on one page and Cage Free on the next—sans hyphen in both cases) I have heard of free-range chickens, but I did not know that eggs were being subjected to incarceration. Much to my surprise, a Google search of “cage-free eggs” yielded 325,000 hits. Who knew?
I have no problem with letting eggs have free rein once they are laid, although I am not sure where they would go. I wonder if the eggs were confined in those inhumane cardboard 12-packs to get to the restaurant. That could be traumatic. The eggs I ate yesterday tasted the same as all the enslaved eggs I have eaten in the past. The ironic thing to me was that my cage-free eggs were in the form of a very tasty omelet with HAM in it.
In addition to the ham, someone at the next table had what looked like some good, crispy bacon. The menu did not say if the pig that became part of our meal was free-range, locked up or just regular pigs. The bacon looked great and the ham was a good addition to my meal.
FREE THE EGG!