At some point thousands of years ago, an unheralded culinary pioneer blessed with an observant nature first saw a chicken lay an egg. It wasn't the first time a chicken had done this, of course, but it marked the first time a human had witnessed the event.
Presumably, this fellow already knew what else pops out of the working end of a hen from time to time. And yet, he grabbed the egg anyway, examined it in his hand, and said the most remarkable thing in whatever passed for a language back then: “I think I’ll eat this.”
Was he a visionary foodie? Or a masochistic lunatic? Either way, we owe him (or her) a great debt of gratitude. Without this development -- and the equally fortuitous discovery that a certain curly-tailed, mud-loving critter also is edible -- we’d never experience the joy of having bacon and eggs for breakfast.
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