I recently found out that a friend of mine doesn’t eat eggs. He’s not allergic to them, it’s not that he doesn’t like them. He just doesn’t eat them. He couldn’t fathom how I would need an eighteen-egg carton from the store. Easy, one for me, one for Jenn, every morning. That’s fourteen in a week with four left over. I could have added “for snacks,” but that probably would have thrown him into a tailspin.

Funny, I was buying just a big carton of eggs, and he was just buying a whole loaf of bread (who eats a loaf of bread?) If we could have found someone buying a big bottle of maple syrup, we could have gotten together for french toast.