I obtain wonderful farm eggs from a childhood friend, whose chickens run absolutely a muck in splendid chaos, and consume bugs and weed seeds and "things", (You really do not want an itemization of "things". Trust me on that.) as proper chickens should do, and they (the eggs) are a joy to eat, and I consume them in great moderation. All that I want, at anytime I choose, often hard boiled with real butter and freshly crushed, black peppercorns or scrambled in bacon drippings. I detest grocery store eggs, which are not only pallid and probably poisonous, but also produced under inhumane factory-farm conditions. Real eggs for me, every time!