They came back with a pleasant enough array of foodstuffs, but it’s what they left behind at Whole Foods that fascinated me. Lookee:
Ostrich eggs. Want to make an omelette? You’re gonna need a bigger pan.
Those are great big bastards, indeed, and you might assume that a brace of ’em could feed a small army. Well, maybe... but at forty bucks apiece, is an ostrich egg a good deal?
Looking at the weight and volume of its contents, one ostrich egg is roughly equivalent to two dozen chicken eggs. That’s enough to make a great big honkin’ omelette, but if you buy an ostrich egg at Whole Foods, you’re paying about ten times the price of the same amount of garden-variety cacklefruit. Now, I can appreciate the novelty value of eating certain things (raw whale, anyone?), but that’s a lot of money for an egg... even if it came from a cage-free ostrich raised in an environment absent hormones or antibiotics, massaged daily with Japanese beer. Perhaps it is a reflection of the difficulty of harvesting the eggs: taking them away from a resentful mother ostrich capable of disemboweling a man with a single kick.
Me, if I want to eat weird eggs, I’ll go for caviar. Or a raw quail egg with my ikura nigirizushi.