I can remember being around 19 or 20 years old and doing some work for a guy that lived on a farm. It was a favor I think my mom "volunteered" me for. It was to get a big ass rock out of a field. It was actually kind of fun, almost a type of strongman training.
I remember being done and getting ready to drive off when he asked me if I wanted some eggs. He knew I ate a lot of eggs, trying to gain weight for football. I remember thinking something along the lines of, seriously, em...I can get my own 1.99 eggs. I just said, "No thanks I'm OK."
Getting home I told my mom about the guy offering me eggs, like he thought it was a big deal. Said in a tone of sarcasm I'm sure.
My mom said something along the lines of farm pastured eggs are much different then store bought eggs. Rolling my eyes, "Sure."
Years later I finally tasted a "real" farm free range egg, the kind with an orange yolk. Game changer!
How delicious and flavorful and healthy. Never again would I go back to the store bought egg. I'd search out for them and pay way more for them if needed. They were worth it.
Looking back I didn't realize the difference. I had no understanding. What we don't understand we often reject and ridicule.
One of the things I often read about our things I have rejected to make sure of why I'm rejecting this. I try not to even get to the ridicule part. I'm trying to understand. Hopefully I find some mor