I know, I know.  You’ve heard this from me before. But I can’t say it enough.  I have a thing for the chicken.  You see… I truly love the chicken egg.  In fact, I eat about 3 every morning.    And it got me to thinking about how different people….. can be right, about different things, using different solutions.  But I will get to that in just a moment.   Back to the Incredible, Edible, Egg.

What’s not to love, really?  The whole fowl-up about cholesterol (no pun intended) gives us egg-eating-privileges with no-worries.  Eggs are NOW good for you.  So is white-pasty food, but that will be discovered by the scientific world in due time.  Anyways… Chicken Eggs.  Oh boy, oh boy.

There are a whole big bunch of chickens in the world.  Like 25 billion.  There are more of them than any other bird species.  Now, I didn’t think too much about the personality of chickens.  That is, until I saw “Chicken Run”…. one of the best movies of all time.   From that point on, I had a new appreciation for the bird.  And for  Mrs. Tweedy.

Back to it.  They can be smarties, sometimes.  They are able to remember and recognize over 100 different chicken faces; they can also recognize humans.  They have dreams too. And vocalizations like crazy.  Oh, I could go on and on about their positive qualities.

But here is the deal I am sort of ticked off about today.  It was about a year or more ago, and I was visiting my Mom.  We were watching Rachel Ray, one of my Mom’s favorite cooking shows, back then.   Old Rachel was telling us that there is only ONE correct way to crack an egg.  And that is a good knock, right on the flat surface of the counter.  She continued to say that if you are doing it any other way… you are just dead wrong.

Imagine my surprise.  All those years, I had been using the edge of the frying pan.  So… for the past couple of years…. dag nab it….. I have been trying to “get”  and “perfect” this flat knock on the counter top.  Every morning it was egg destruction of mass proportions.   I would get raw egg everywhere, sometimes the whole egg spilling out on the counter.  And to make matters worse, about 3 times out of 5, I would break the yolk.  Now if you scramble eggs, this is no big deal.  But if you eat them fried, and over easy, this is a TRAVESTY and a catastrophe.

So… after a long hard battle… I switched back a couple of weeks ago.  A little tap, tap, tap on the edge of the skillet and in it goes.  Guess what?  I haven’t had one casualty.  Well…. I guess truthfully, every single one is a casualty. But no broken yolks, no spilled eggs…. no shells in the pan.

It is like the one “Poster” on Facebook:  2 + 5 = 7 is correct.  But so is 3 + 4.
Yep.  That is the deal.  Often times in life, there is more than one solution to any given situation. And both might be perfectly feasible.  And good.

I also feel it is important for us to realize this, and keep an open mind when considering others’ suggestions for a resolution.

Unless, of course, you are Rachel Ray… and you have been screwing up me and my chicken eggs  for over a year now.  In that case…. you can just go stuff a turkey.  Lurkey.