Random shit I wanted to post that has no feasible connection whatsoever to any definition of "rawness"
I was just minding my own business yesterday at Whole Paycheck, mingling with the snap peas and the hippie boys, when look what I found:
I laughed out loud. These things are as big as my head - and heavier. It took two hands to pick one up. The sign says (well, other than advertising the low, low price of $29.99 EACH) that they're from some ostrich farm in Tehachapi. You're supposed to "hit lightly with a hammer or metal garlic press" (!!) to open and "cook like a regular egg - scramble or hard boil (2 hours)." Two hours! My god.
Brunch at my house, folks. Come on over. Scrambled ostrich eggs for everybody. Hee.