Spring is just around the corner. That brings the thought of the Resurrection, known to most as Easter. When the Roman Catholics entwined their religious celebrations with those of the pagans they held captive, these captives held tight to their fertility symbols, particularly the egg and the rabbit. Although fitting symbols for fertility, they lack a true connection to the story of Jesus’ death on the cross.
For me, Easter, or Resurrection Sunday, is a time to celebrate that Christ has risen, and it is time to start thinking about hatching eggs into baby chicks to provide eggs and meat. For once, I am ahead of the game. The incubator has been on for a week now, and we are studiously turning eggs and watching the thermometer in the hope of hearing a couple dozen peepers soon. We love farm fresh eggs, and can taste the difference between organic free-range fertile eggs and the run of the mill store variety. There is such a difference that even our dogs won’t touch the store variety, and look up at us as we try to fool them with the tasteless pale variety, as if to say, “Are you kidding me? What did I do wrong?” We feed our dogs eggs to give them shiny full glossy coats.
Nearly 30 years ago, when I worked in a dietary position at our local hospital, I was instructed on low fat, low cholesterol diets, and other food and nutrition practices. We were told that because the yolk contained cholesterol it was unhealthy to consume more than one egg a week, and this was especially true for people with heart issues. It seems like the pendulum has now swung the other direction. Reportedly, the Harvard School of Public Health says there is no real significant link between heart disease and the consumption of eggs. I could have told them that, but no one asked me. I was told when I was young to eat both the yolk and white together, as they are best used by the body when eaten together. I never questioned it, it just made sense that God designed them to be together, and if the yolk was good enough to sustain the chick’s life, it should do something for mine. In any case, the old dietary advice I received at the hospital is now thrown out, and at least one new study has purported that eating eggs actually reduces the risk of blood clots, strokes and heart attacks. Go figure. No surprise there.
All I know is that I feel better when I eat them. But, I only eat organic, free-range, fertile eggs. You may ask, why fertile eggs? It is simple. A non-fertile egg is dead. The longer it sits in the egg carton on the shelf, the more it is decomposing. Who has not cooked and eaten a store-bought, non-fertile egg, and suffered from the “rotten egg” burps or a foul smelling flatulence from your alimentary canal signaling its distress. These are subtle reminders of the dead matter you’ve consumed, and it is the reason I prefer to consume life-giving matter. In a more vivid mental picture, I liken the debate of live-egg/dead-egg to a woman’s fertility cycle. When the egg cell is unfertilized it dies and passes from the body into the drought, as it is incapable of sustaining life. If it is fertilized, it is alive and has its own energy force to sacrifice for your life. One has nothing left to offer and is considered useless, the other is alive and can give back. In some cultures, an egg that is nearly fully developed into a chick is considered a delicacy, and can fetch a good price when sold. This is not something I favor, but to each their own.
The health benefits of eggs are astounding. They contain lutein and other compounds to reduce and prevent cataracts, and breast cancer. The consumption of six eggs a week is reported to reduce the risk of breast cancer by 44% in women. The vitamins and minerals contained in eggs assist in healthy hair, nails, and nerves, and eggs are high in choline, which helps regulate the brain, nervous system and cardiovascular system. They are one of the rare sources of naturally occurring Vitamin D, and are full of the good kind of fat, are high in protein, and contain all 9 amino acids.
No, I am not interested in eggs as symbols of fertility, nor am I interested in celebrating any other pagan ritual. I just want to eat many incredible and edible eggs. Did I just hear a peep? Here comes the chicks!