This morning, I woke up and decided to make fried eggs.

and diving into forums, articles, and food safety sites did the truth finally calm me down. That eerie white ribbon had a name: the chalaza. It wasn’t a worm, not a pa.rαsite, not a sign of rot or danger. It was a harmless, natural anchor, holding the yolk in place. The more visible it is, the fresher the egg. The thing that disgusted me at first was continue reading …