Cora vs Liquids and Egg Whites

Today we shall talk about something that shocked me at the supermarket. But it needs an introduction. And the introduction contains another thing that shocks me. Or should I say disgusts me? I’m talking about a liquid called Bud Light. I refuse to call it a drink. It is NOT a drink. But anyway. So a couple of days ago we went over to Luis’ friends’ room to hang out and have beer. So I was happy becaue I love spending time with people and I love beer very much. It sounded like a great evening. So we go there. We hang out. And it’s very good company indeed. But we don’t drink beer. We drink Bud Light. I don’t even wanna know how much % it has. Probably like 0.5. And it tastes dreadful. Or should I say it tastes of barely nothing? And the tiny hint of taste is disgusting? Essentially I could go on forever about how terrible this stuff is. Students of the US, i ask you: WHY? Seriously. WHY?!? Please explain to me. My taste buds are crying. They need an explanation. And an apology. So after this traumatizing experience I decided that it was time to buy something real for these poor souls. I’m 21 now right? Hehehe. Oh yes baby. So a couple of days later, on a pleasant evening while the sun was setting and illuminating the bridge near Dunster house in the way that makes me cry because of the good memories linked to it Luis and me made our way to Trader Joe’s. I like the place. They have a very lovely selection of cheeses. (they have apricot cheese. Oh yes.) The apples are abnormally shiny and the alcohol department is rather pleasing, yes indeed, the selection of beers (Real beers!) is truly exciting. I spotted Erdinger Weissbier and my day was made. Ahhhhhh drink orgasmmmm. So yeah we got that. But there was something else. Near the milk/butter/etc = dairy I had to find one of these most dreadful products that the Americans have managed to put on the market for my poor eyes to see (and to suffer for eternal time). A „tetra pack“ (is that an english expression? I mean those drink „boxes“ that can be recycled. I like recycling btw) full of: EGG WHITES. I couldn’t believe my eyes. ( And I am revising vision this week so like, I know how eyes work. And when this sight hit my retina and it reached my Area 17 I was just shocked.) So these American people separate eggs, put the whites in cartons and sell that. And people buy it. And Cora gets angry. I feel like it’s a rape of the idea of an egg. It’s a rape of eggdom. It’s unbearable. I put the thing back and left. Bewildered. And my soul couldn’t understand. And I felt sorry for all the hens who had carefully placed yolks in their eggs only to see them being removed by violent US citizens. Argh it’s a sad world. So for a couple of days I walked around in black, wondering why such things were happening. (I wasn’t actually.) Until I met Kevin. He’s a firefighter. He likes taking pictures. I met him while I was sitting at that same bridge, illuminated by that same light, reflecting about life. And about eggs. But mostly about life actually. He just sat next to me with his camera and started talking to me. It was an interesting conversation. As a firefigher he has delivered three babies in weird situations which earned thim three „storch-shaped-medals“. Kinda impressive. And he once got trapped in a fire. That’s when he decided to turn his life around. Start doing meditation, live in the moment, stuff like that. He seemed like a cool guy so I told him about my egg problem. And he enlightened me. Essentially in the past there had been a discussion about how egg yolks are unhealthy coz of cholesterol. So people stopped eating eggs. And sales went down. And companies didnt like that. So that’s why they invented this product. So people could buy only the „healthy“ part of the egg. I was definitely enlightened. And amazed by how crazy one country can get. I sat there with Kevin for like 1h, talking about delivering babies, talking pictures (he has a nice Canon) and about life in general. It made me happy. Eventually it got dark, my bridge started to disappear into the darkness of that cold spring night and it was time for me to go back to Dunster. So I ran back, feeling very happy. Happy about this random enocounter, about being enlighted and about the Erdinger Weissbier which was waiting for me in the fridge. Cheers.