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That costs an Egg! (Or, ¡Eso cuesta un huevo!)

The cachacos, people born and raised in the Colombian capital city, Bogotá, have very peculiar comparisons to eggs. For instance, when they want to say that something is extremely cheap, they say, ¡Eso está a precio de huevo!, that has the price of an egg. But when they want to say that something is extremely expensive, they say, ¡Eso cuesta un huevo!, that costs an egg. I think I have to ask whether in both cases they are referring to the same kind of egg; or whether in one case they are talking about an egg, that which is laid by a hen, and in the other case they are talking about an egg, one of two which hang in between mens' legs.

In any case, in Germany an egg costs an egg. Why must they be so expensive? And what is this whole 50 cent difference between 10 eggs from an egg-industry, and 6 eggs from bio-hens, which are free to roam about? (The latter is more expensive.) And what is with the whole dozen eggs concept, or lack thereof? Why won't the Germans sell me twelve eggs? A dozen eggs is a perfect count for one week. But ten? Ten eggs? What am I supposed to do with that?

I don't really like to complain about my new country--as I said before, I am a fervient believer in the "If you don't like it, move back!" principle. And I love it here. But eggs--man, what is your deal, German Leute?!

Aside from the eggs, living in Germany does not cost an egg. It is actually quite inexpensive (if you earn and spend in Euros, and if you shop in the cheap stores, and if you buy store brands). We bought one month's worth of groceries yesterday for 31 Euros. That was including my 10 eggs.

Another great thing about German cost of living, is that one's eating habits change as the seasons change. For instance, this is no longer cherry season (insert sad face), but Clementine (mandarin) season is just beginning! This is no longer apple season (again, insert sad face), but orange season is just beginning! It's actually quite interesting, because it keeps you craving for new fruits all year long.

Now that my course is over, I get to spend more time at home. With so much time on my hands, I've actually picked up cooking (and so far I've only intoxicated myself; I spoke to Honey two hours ago, and he is healthy. It might be my gallbladderlessness that is affected...) and I think I'm doing just fine. I've made a couple of Colombian dishes, and my next meal will be pork in mushroom sauce. Wish me luck. And with the price for food here, it will not cost me an egg!

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