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Writes Poet X of PDX: "As retribution for some contributors' tales of unusual menu items, I recall the following.
"To this day, I don't like canned … anything, but especially canned green beans, though I'd probably eat at least a few forkfuls if they were prepared like my mom used to make them, with ketchup — just enough to flavor them; heated with the beans, making it so you'd never guess that that's what was added.
"Grandma's homemade chicken noodle soup — the phrase is enough to be a complete sentence, isn't it? A special treat, if the chicken was freshly butchered, was to include a clump of undeveloped eggs of various sizes — yolk balls, essentially — in the soup. Enough family members considered them a treat that there might be dispute about whose turn it was to eat them. Grandma always seemed to make sure I got one whether it was my turn or not.
"Thinking of it all these years later, I wonder how I got the reputation for being a fussy eater. (OK, I admit, I know how I got the reputation, and it's deserved.) But I'd have unlaid chicken eggs in my soup this instant if you were to include Grandma's homemade noodles or not!"
BAND NAME OF THE DAY: Undeveloped Eggs
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