"Compliments to the chef, who is the chicken."
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Chickens dont have a sense of taste? Coming from an Asian I find that funny. Asians will eat anything..and I mean anything. If a rock could be chewed up they would eat it. Of course chickens have a sense of taste. I suppose the dog he ate this morning didnt have a sense of smell...cuz everyone knows dogs cant smell anything.
The chicken rice with the egg literally made me throw up my pizza in the sink. People really do eat anything. My chickens lay the best eggs in the world. They have an amazing diet and have special enrichment areas in their yard for them. They are loved very much and are treated like my family. Even if their eggs tasted horrible they are the most incredible chickens in the world and I would never trade a single one for anything. Its horrible that people eat them...if only they knew what they are capable of...they are very loving, sweet and they deserve to be treated with respect.
It's funny they think you can't eat eggs raw. I eat raw eggs all the time. The only issues come from factory farms where bacteria proliferates from the antibiotics and unclean conditions. Eat pasture eggs and you will never have a issue.
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