We bought a batch of eggs that have blood in them. Definitely not appetizing and I'm not sure if they're fertilized. Either way, I won't touch them, but since Colby will eat anything, he's in charge of making sure they don't go to waste.
This morning he made scrambled eggs, as I made smoothies for us and he called me over to the pan, "Hey, look at the dead chick!"
I looked in horror until he told me that it was a dried apricot. That he put into the pan ON PURPOSE to freak me out.
I clearly have found a winner.