When my boys were little, they were allergic to eggs. They've grown out of much of that, but they still think eggs are among the most disgusting foods on the planet. (Unless, of course, they're mixed into brownies or something equally delicious.)
I disagree--but not about the brownie part. I like eggs and am glad they're not verboten in a balanced diet. But I try not to buy eggs that have come from sad corporate chickens. Luckily, the Fort Collins municipal code allows for the keeping of up to six chickens per appropriately appointed parcel. I have no desire to do this myself (insert sound of hens--and my husband--sighing with relief). But a friend's daughter is raising chickens and selling eggs to earn a little pocket money, and I am delighted to support her emerging entrepreneurship.
Easter, the egg's favorite holiday, is coming up soon, so here's a bit of holiday trivia: Since 2008, the International Association of Bomb Investigators and Technicians has helped to provide beeping Easter eggs for visually impaired children.