An Eggy Adventure

I ate a duck egg today.
I know, it really isn't that exotic, but really it is. Would you eat a duck egg? Really?
The story goes that my friend/future roommate went on a date. It happened to be with a guy she didn't know very well, more as a favor to his family than anything. When he came to pick her up to go out to lunch, he had brought a gift: duck eggs. You can just imagine how the rest of the date went, with him wearing his favorite shirt - blue, button up, with bright colored, realistic looking frogs on it. Turns out the eggs are from his family's pet animal farm. Interesting...
She and her roommates tried to eat them for breakfast - scrambled, even - but still couldn't get past the idea that these eggs could have become ducks. Not to mention that they looked really weird - a thicker shell that was almost glossy compared to chicken eggs, huge, and almost half yolk.

So what did they do with them? They gave them to guys in our ward, to put in a roommate's bed. Oh, and gave one to me (upon request).
And there is where my adventure started.
I decided to fry it like a normal egg, you know, easy over, or as my family calls it, "runny".
It was surprisingly hard to crack. That shell was thick!

When it came out, the yolk was huge! It looked like a large, orange mountain in a small frying pan.

I flipped it, but the yolk was so big, that it held its own against gravity.

Time to eat. My roommates were a little grossed out. And I'll admit that the color of the yolk as it flowed out kinda made me gag a little. But eat it I did.
Annnnnndddd....it tasted like an egg. There really wasn't that much of a difference from a normal chicken egg. The egg white had a little bit of a weird texture (in addition to being paper white), so I didn't eat much of that, but it was just an egg.
But now I can say that I have eaten duck egg.
And it was definitely worth the adventure. :)