I have a hard time buying eggs.
Each time at the grocery, without fail, I stand in front of the eggs and I’m completely confused.
In short, I’m trying to buy eggs from happy chickens. With the trend towards organic food and the like, one would think it’d be fairly easy to find a carton of eggs laid by chickens in a clean, happy living situation. Not so.
I’ve recently purchased two cartons from two different companies, each with myriad descriptors likely intended to help the consumer. But there are just so many—and they can mean so many things—that slapping these adjectives all over the cartons makes things quite confusing.