Early morning ramble time! I shall share my innermost thoughts with you and maybe you'll begind to understand me a little better.
About twenty minutes ago I was making myself breakfast. I wanted pancakes, but we had no milk. I pondered using orange juice instead of milk to make the pancakes, but I decided that that was probably not a very good idea and that the pancakes would be horrendously disgusting. So I ended up making eggs and toast. This got me to wondering "Why do we eat eggs in the morning? It's just weird..." and then it dawned on me.
Let me weave you a little yarn here so you can understand exactly why we eat eggs in the morning.
Back in the long long ago, in the time before electricity and video porn there lived a simple farmer. He was a good farmer, a hard worker and an honest man, except he had one fault; he absolutely hated being woken up at inappropriate times and when it happened he became mighty pissed. Luckily everyone in his simple family understood this and tried their very best never to wake him up before he was ready to wake up.
Life was good. Everyone understood what to do and what not to do, everything was at peace. The simple farmer was perfectly content with his lot in life. The rest of the family, however, soon became bored of this monotonous existence and decided to spice it up a bit... but how?
Come Christmas (yes, Christmas has been around FOREVER), the family (sans father) decided to buy some pets! Being farmers they already had the typical farm fare for the time: cows and cows. At the time dogs had not yet been domesticated, cats were viewed with superstition and fire breathing dragons just didn't make good pets, same as present day. So they got the next best thing, a chicken and a rooster, who happened to be a couple. The dad loved the gift! He had always wanted pets besides cows, and these ones didn't have ugly udders near their butts! The family laughed and played with the birds all day. They played fetch and the newly invented "can you fly?" game. The birds won every time, well, kinda.
The family went to sleep content, happy with this new variety the birds brought to their lives.
Since birds of this variety were quite rare during this time period the family had no idea of the roosters instincual crooning come sunrise. Sunrise came and the rooster cock-a-doodle-doo'ed for what seemed like an eternity. The simple farmer woke up before he was ready. Not a good thing. Eyes blood shot and full of fury the farmer stormed out to the rooster and the chicken and demanded a penance for the evil deed of waking him prematurely. Since the birds were also of humble origins they had nothing to offer, except their first unborn child, who had just been laid. The farmer took the child and cooked him and ate him in a grisly sacrifice that satiated his anger.
Too bad for the rooster that his cawing was natural and could not be suppressed. Every morning the rooster cawed, every morning the farmer awoke in a rage, every morning an egg was sacrificed and every night the rooster and the chicken made babies (lucky them). Thus the "eggs in the morning" phenomenon was born! Who knew it came from such simple origins.
About twenty minutes ago I was making myself breakfast. I wanted pancakes, but we had no milk. I pondered using orange juice instead of milk to make the pancakes, but I decided that that was probably not a very good idea and that the pancakes would be horrendously disgusting. So I ended up making eggs and toast. This got me to wondering "Why do we eat eggs in the morning? It's just weird..." and then it dawned on me.
Let me weave you a little yarn here so you can understand exactly why we eat eggs in the morning.
Back in the long long ago, in the time before electricity and video porn there lived a simple farmer. He was a good farmer, a hard worker and an honest man, except he had one fault; he absolutely hated being woken up at inappropriate times and when it happened he became mighty pissed. Luckily everyone in his simple family understood this and tried their very best never to wake him up before he was ready to wake up.
Life was good. Everyone understood what to do and what not to do, everything was at peace. The simple farmer was perfectly content with his lot in life. The rest of the family, however, soon became bored of this monotonous existence and decided to spice it up a bit... but how?
Come Christmas (yes, Christmas has been around FOREVER), the family (sans father) decided to buy some pets! Being farmers they already had the typical farm fare for the time: cows and cows. At the time dogs had not yet been domesticated, cats were viewed with superstition and fire breathing dragons just didn't make good pets, same as present day. So they got the next best thing, a chicken and a rooster, who happened to be a couple. The dad loved the gift! He had always wanted pets besides cows, and these ones didn't have ugly udders near their butts! The family laughed and played with the birds all day. They played fetch and the newly invented "can you fly?" game. The birds won every time, well, kinda.
The family went to sleep content, happy with this new variety the birds brought to their lives.
Since birds of this variety were quite rare during this time period the family had no idea of the roosters instincual crooning come sunrise. Sunrise came and the rooster cock-a-doodle-doo'ed for what seemed like an eternity. The simple farmer woke up before he was ready. Not a good thing. Eyes blood shot and full of fury the farmer stormed out to the rooster and the chicken and demanded a penance for the evil deed of waking him prematurely. Since the birds were also of humble origins they had nothing to offer, except their first unborn child, who had just been laid. The farmer took the child and cooked him and ate him in a grisly sacrifice that satiated his anger.
Too bad for the rooster that his cawing was natural and could not be suppressed. Every morning the rooster cawed, every morning the farmer awoke in a rage, every morning an egg was sacrificed and every night the rooster and the chicken made babies (lucky them). Thus the "eggs in the morning" phenomenon was born! Who knew it came from such simple origins.
