Eggs

I served a mission for my church. I spent a year and a half in Brasil teaching people about the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Part of a mission is to be fed by others. We were assigned one family a day to eat lunch with. However, for breakfast and dinner, we either fended for ourselves or thanks to the Brasilian culture, if we were in someone’s house when they had food, it was a given that we'd get some. In the U.S. we can get away with saying, "I just ate", or "I'm fasting", or even "no thanks". However, in Brasil, there’s no way. If you are offered food, you eat it. And all of it.

Well, if I eat eggs I get sick. I think to a degree I am allergic to the little devils. (Deviled eggs, yuck) But I can eat cookies that have egg in them, so my allergy must be some sort of case-by-case allergy. In my dad's opinion, it is all in my head. But for real, I get a stomach ach if I eat scrambled eggs (good bye breakfast burritos [sad day]), sunny side up eggs (no breakfast sandwiches), fried eggs (the most common in brasil, even used as an entre for meals when meat is too expensive), pouched (I’ve actually never eaten), and even the boiled egg (no potato salad!!! I love potato salad but most everyone puts eggs cut up into it!! WRETCHED).

On mentioned mission, I told everyone I was allergic to eggs. I made sure that the word was spread far and wide in order to avoid any incidents with upset people. (I wanted to say the same about fish because I hate fish but didn't feel I could because I don't have any adverse reactions to fish.) So, was I lying as a missionary of the Lord? I never felt so. If you won't let me politely tell you I don't like eggs I have got to step it up and make my point clear by telling you it is an allergy, albeit undiagnosed.

My real point today is that I hate eggs. However, it feels as if there is one attached to me at all times. This is what my brain is:

A fried egg!!!




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