This morning I found an egg with feathers on it.

I couldn't do it. I just couldn't crack it. Do you realize how fragile of an American consumer I am? If I were to know that my egg scrambler is actually created with embryos of baby chicks I may crack. Oh god. I'm thinking about it now. Why did I have to see those feathers? Can you sue for this in America? I think so. Im pretty sure you can sue for anything now. Your honor, "fluffy eggs" has a completely different conotation for me now. I am ruined.

Do you remember on The Truman Show when Jim Carey's boat hits the wall of the sky and he realizes his world is nothing like it seemed? Ok, good. Now imagine how Camille felt when she found out what pigskins were. I thought that was just a cute name. No one told me!!

However as I noted in a previous post (which I know everyone of you read) I am now a bad ass sea food eater. Living in Spain has been enlightening for a little foodie like myself. And by that I mean, I have started to be click in to the truman show world that American eaters live in. Don't worry I am not referencing any of those radical documentaries about Bigmacs and what not. (I haven't even see them!) I explain in short lines below because I lazy.

American: Pork

Spainard: Cerdo (Pig)

American: Beef

Spainard: Vaca (Cow)

This is especially humorous to me when a waiter wants to practice their English  and I am asked "You want cow or pig?"

It is definately not uncommon to see this here: (He looks to happy for what's about to happen to him...)

*Manitos literally translates to "little hands". How would you like your little pig hands cooked?

But I just don't understand. Why do we like to live in oblivion? Why is de-boning fish so bad? Although it was weird to aclimate myself, I think its much healthier to be cognizant like the Spainards. They know what they are eating. They know what pig skins are. They know what eggs are. They don't know what twinkies are. But neither do we.

How much do we love NPR? So much right? Well here is a cool article they recently aired about food trends in 2012 and not only are we going back more organic of course, but we will use every part of the animals we eat! (Don't doubt NPR).  

I've been invited to several "matazas" (pig killings). Apparently it's like a celebration for the whole pueblo and afterwards there's a big feast. (Cover your vegetarian friends' ears). I have politely declined the invitations claining I don't know if I have the stomach for it (which is totally true). Now here's the clencher. I could go. But the result will either be  a) I am exposed to too much real life (and macabre) that I dive into a vegan cult or b) I eat chorizo and have a great story.

Side note:

After copying and pasting this picture, I switched my music to a rap mix without thinking about it. (Bitches n' Rims). Then I realized, I never really see black people here. I miss  my diverse America. We are so damn colorful. And they dominate the rap world. White people just look stupid rapping. Stupid eminen.

Yum m&ms..... no, swimsuit, bridesmaid dresses, gym.... no m&ms.....

Those are my thoughts for Tuesday. De nada.