Monday, September 03, 2007
What the HELL does Leona put in that pizza?
D asked me about this the other day and I wasn't sure if I was crazy in my reply, but apparently I was right. I actually looked it up, though, that's how exciting my life is. What IS the difference between brown and white eggs? (Some people mistakenly think the brown are better for you). I do buy brown, but I just like the way they look! (Although after seeing the above picture I may rethink it...that is one ugly bastard).
Straight Dope Staff replies:
There is one major, MAJOR difference between brown eggs and white eggs.
Brown eggs are brown and white eggs are white.
Does that answer your question?
No? OK then. According to the Egg Nutrition Board (and who should know better?), "White shelled eggs are produced by hens with white feathers and ear lobes. Brown shelled eggs are produced by hens with red feathers and red ear lobes. There is no difference in taste or nutrition between white and brown eggs." The people at Crisco (who may know even more than the egg nutritionists) go further to say, "They simply come from two different breeds of chickens. Brown eggs, however, are more expensive because the chickens that lay them eat more than those that lay white eggs." Among the breeds that lay brown eggs are the Rhode Island Red, the New Hampshire and the Plymouth Rock--all larger birds that require more food.
But Bill Finch of the Mobile Register suggests that brown eggs may have tasted better at one time. He says, "For years, the chickens preferred by commercial growers happened to lay white eggs. A few smart cooks sought out brown eggs because most of the home-reared American flocks, which had access to flavor-enhancing weeds and bugs, happened to lay brown eggs. Commercial egg producers eventually got wise to this. They started raising chickens that laid brown eggs, and charged a premium for them at the store.
I thought to look it up while I was at the grocery store waiting to have D's prescriptions filled. D has had a root canal and is going to have a crown put on this Wednesday. The pharmacist offered to have it ready in ten minutes so I wandered around. The only thing I needed was wine and inasmuch as I don't care what people think of me, I just didn't want to show back up at his counter to pick up goddamn Vicodin with a bottle of cheap white in hand.