Many people love eating eggs for breakfast. There is something about the variety in which eggs can be made that makes the idea of them so appealing. Most folks also love chicken. Usually, when thinking about what to have for dinner, chicken always seems like one of the most appealing options.
Separately, eggs and chicken make for a delicious meal, but the idea seems weird when thinking of putting those things together, especially if we think about having a lovely chicken sandwich for dinner topped with a fried egg.
There is something not so appealing about eating the premature aspect of the species paired with the corpse of another (apologies to all those vegans and vegetarians out there).
But why is this so weird? When you are not thinking specifically of a chicken sandwich topped with a fried egg, there are many dishes that include both of these “parts” of the chicken, such as chicken fried rice, cobb salad, chef’s salad, and a true chicken caesar salad with an egg in the dressing.
All these examples prove that there are delicious ways to eat these two developmental stages of a chicken at the same time. While there is no harm to eating, say a sandwich and an egg, the idea of that meal, in particular, turns my stomach.
Scientifically, the eggs that we eat do not contain the embryos that would have eventually developed into chickens, so technically if you like the thought of a chicken sandwich with a fried egg, you aren’t really eating different stages of poultry development.
That makes me feel much better. But, do the facts make up for the actual taste of the two put together? Would my love for sandwiches make up for my dislike of the flavour of a fried egg? Flavour-wise, I don’t think the two would go well together.
Eggs have become a popular topping on other sandwiches, and many restaurants have taken their spin on this. But when thinking about an egg on a McChicken, that’s when I begin to question whether or not it would taste good, forgetting that both the components come from the same animal at different stages of its life.
It can put someone off, especially when you mention how in reality you are eating the post-death and the pre-fertilized life cycle of a chicken. Those words send a shiver down my spine. Even if we ignore the way that is phrased and the philosophical implications of how wrong it may be, it might not be that weird, scientifically speaking.
When thinking of taste however, I’m going to have to pass. I will stick with leaving my eggs for breakfast and my chicken for dinner.