Susan Marie Molloy

Life in the Oasis

Eggs: Not Always What They Seem


I bought a couple dozen eggs from the grocery store. Although I prefer fresh from the hen when I can get them, in a pinch old, non-fresh store-bought eggs are the alternative. The brown ones were on sale, so they made it to my grocery cart, naturally.

This past weekend I boiled a few to use in a potato salad . After they were done, and I ran them under cold water to peel, pieces (?), goo (?), paint (?) came off the shells as I rubbed them gently.

Here’s a picture of the boiled eggs (almost white) and the uncooked store-bought eggs from the same carton. They’re pretty uniformly brown, don’t you think?


So – this must mean that these eggs weren’t naturally brown, but “painted” so each one was uniform and brown in color. I’d say that advertising these as brown eggs is a sham, and I feel gypped.

Things aren’t always what it seems.

November 21, 2016
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Author: Susan Marie Molloy

I am an observer, a writer, and a poet. My latest poetry books, "Engaged," "Indigo Fantasy," "Life in the Oasis," "Gallery Night," "God of the Sea," "Solitary Walks," and "Grapes Suzette" and my short stories, "The Green Gloves" and "The Crowd of Turin" are now available on Amazon. Check them out. Buy them. Read them. Send me your thoughts. I look forward to hearing from you.

3 thoughts on “Eggs: Not Always What They Seem

  1. That’s really strange. I think that I agree with you that the shell may have been dyed. How sad!

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  2. I’ve never seen nor heard of such a thing, Susan. It’s maddening.

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