What follows that phrase? Why edible egg of course. I may not know if eggs are good or bad for you, but I do know I love them. I love them in all their splendid forms, and I might actually have an addiction to them. I have a dealer; a percussionist in the CSO has his own chickens, and he delivers them to me at work – fresh, organic, free range, and oh-so tasty. Now perhaps this is a bit more than some would like to know and a somewhat unusual food craving, but to love me is to love my addictions.

And this is just one.