I have a story about eggs. When still living in Czechoslovakia we had a cottage by a lake. While there we used to buy milk and eggs from a family living in the nearby village. The milk was fresh still warm from the cow and the eggs were from the chicken running free in the backyard picking bugs and seeds. Based on what the chicken ate the yolk was quite red. One time we had my wife friends visiting and my wife told them about farm eggs and how great they were. Since we had about extra dozen in the fridge my wife gave them to the city folks. Some time later she again met her friend and asked if they liked the eggs. The woman said that she doesn't want to offend her because all the eggs were bad and she had to throw them away. When my wife asked what was wrong her friend said the yolk was red. She was clueless because she always had store bought eggs with yolk almost white from chicken concentration camp.