My sister whipped up these eggs. I had a wonderful time making little voices of despair as I shoved them into my mouth whole. It felt like to me it was this terrified remnants of a tribe of little egg warriors, huddled together for protection as their comrades where being ripped off the face of the earth into the gaping maw of a psychotic despot who thought little of their deaths.
Which unfortunately is not that far from the reality of the life of a chicken egg.. come to think of it. Bummer.
A delicious bummer.