A Few Words Regarding Giving No Shits About Salmonella

In case you were wondering why I gave no shits (HA HA) about eating the royal icing Sophia and I made, my reasons are twofold:

Reason the First: The eggs were from Sophia’s chickens, who enjoy individual attention from their caretakers as well as a nice coop surrounded by ample roaming space. Eggs from chickens in this kind of environment are your best bet if you insist on eating eggs raw. If you get your eggs from chickens who live in deplorable, overcrowded, factory-farm situations, then eating uncooked eggs (or eggs that are not pasteurized at least) is no bueno, a term which here means exposing yourself to the 1 in 20,000 chance of facing the 4-7 day runny-shit-a-thon that is salmonella food poisoning. (SPOILER ALERT: if you get salmonella and you’re an otherwise healthy specimen of a humanoid and without a compromised immune system like Sophia currently has, you’ll be fine in the long run.)

Ample room to roam also means ample room to wallow in the dirt.

Reason the Second: There are many sacrifices I would make for the good of the cupcakes. In theory. #forthecupcakes #vivelagluten

Now I’ll share one more chicken picture for the road, because who wouldn’t?