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The Monster Who Ate All the Free Range Eggs
There’s a monster in the bakery.
It’s furry, has massive triangle teeth, and the sort of grin that says, I’ve never once respected portion control.
And it keeps eating all the eggs.
Only the free-range ones, of course because even monsters have standards.
We caught it in the fridge one morning, yolk-smeared and looking guilty in the way only something without eyebrows can. When we asked why it couldn’t just leave us a few for the cakes, it shrugged and said: “They taste happy.”
Apparently, the monster can tell the difference. It says the free-range ones taste of sunshine and grass.
So now we’ve accepted it: the monster isn’t the enemy. It’s just an overenthusiastic fan of quality ingredients.
Every bakery has one, we suppose. Ours just happens to have fur and a terrible sense of boundaries.
These days we’ve come to an understanding. We bake in batches, we buy plenty of happy-hen eggs, and we let the monster lick the bowl afterwards.
It’s a small price to pay for peace and it means more cake to eat for you.

















