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HotTakeHoulihan OP wrote

I save the shells. Once they're dry it's fun to crush them to powder. It's like bubble wrap. The crumbly shells end up like sand and are allegedly good for plants.

I knew a drunk who would crack a raw one into beer sometimes so they were getting some food with their booze. I tried it. I'm not that desperate.

Sukiyaki is just swiping a strip of just-cooked hot meat or veg through raw coddled egg and then popping it in your mouth. It tastes good.

Or, just crack the raw egg into a glass and add a little hot sauce and worcestershire and drink it like Spike Speigel wanted to. 's called a "prairie oyster".

If you're an egg, I love you. If you were once an egg I love you.

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Hababbeldu wrote

I clean and save the shells, because it is my duty.

I honor the snails who carry their houses, for they respect the balance of the garden and only eat what is brown and useless to the plant that once nourished it, giving air to fresh sprouts and fresh dung to the soil that covers their roots.

But oh, what massacre their homeless siblings are causing, once they are set loose! They eat the youngest, greenest and tastiest sprouts, keeping my vegetables from growing and blooming.

It is against them I build the eggline. For I believe not in the violence of the garden scissors or the insidiousness of the poison or the beer, for is not a naked snail part of nature, too? But the dryness, the shiftyness and pointiness of the broken shards of the shells, it is those who will keep them from the vegetable patch, or at least limit their numbers so that the tame, helpless plants can grow. And so I wash and collect eggshells, all year round, crush them and distribute them in a bright line when the time is ripe, as the ancient wisdom of the internets has instructed me to.

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Radriendil wrote

turns over shoulder MA! THEY'RE WAXIN PHILOSOPHICAL ABOUT MULCH AGAIN!

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