Now, don't be alarmed. This wasn't any egg from the local market. This was an egg from my own backyard where roams my mother's menagerie of farm hens. And although I am not a completely squeamish person when it comes to odd and grotesque things, this still kept me grimacing.
Thankfully, my pancakes were not tainted by this rather unlovely discovery and they turned out healthy-like but still yummy... especially with a little bit of butter and sugar-free syrup :o)
