My grandfather used to eat a raw egg with his breakfast every morning... more or less. He'd have a "minute egg" - my grandmother would set a pot of water on the stove, turn it off when it boiled, drop an egg in, and leave it in the steamy-hot (not boiling) water for a minute or two, max. Then my grandpa would eat it. It was basically a 95% raw, warm egg. I found it gross, but he never had any ailments from doing this!
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I don't eat many eggs. Maybe 3 a week? Recently I bought some goose eggs. Now THAT's a yolk! I don't know if I can ever go back to chicken eggs.
Female, 5'3", 49, Starting weight: 163lbs. Current weight: 135 (more or less).
Starting squat: 45lbs. Heaviest squat: 180 x 2. Heaviest Deadlift: 230 x 2
Anywhere from none to 2 dozen, depending on what I want that week. Usually fried in bacon grease and butter, but occasionally I'll make fauxritos or portomelettes.
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Depends on the week.
Sometimes I can get through 20 a week, sometimes 8-10. If I've got a freezer-cleaning op going on (my freezer is almost 100% meat with some frozen berries), then I usually don't buy eggs, as meat is readily available.
Probably average at 10.
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I'd apologize, but...
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3 or 4 a day, on days when I don't get my eggs I don't feel right. I love them so much I got my own hens. I need more hens. I call them sunset eggs, not sunny side up, because of the deep orange yolks. With salt and cayenne.