For me and I’m sure many other egg lovers, there’s a certain satisfaction in cracking an egg. Eggs are always on my menu, whether I’m making a simple fried rice dish for dinner or a fluffy omelet for morning. I usually purchase them from the store, packed in those familiar boxes, but sometimes I acquire them at the farmer’s market. As time went on, I came to understand that cracking the codes on these boxes is a necessity rather than just an interest.
Have you ever wondered what the numbers on an egg carton meant when you looked at them? Even though those numbers appear to be some sort of code, once you know what they stand for, they are quite simple to comprehend. So, let me to clarify, shall we?The Julian Date is the birthday of your egg.First, there is the three-digit code, which appears to be made up of a random assortment of digits. The Julian date is a reference to the precise day of the year that the eggs were packaged. There are 365 days in a Julian calendar. For example, the code 001 indicates that the eggs were graded on January 1st if you observe it on the carton. A 365 code denotes December 31st. Seems very straightforward, doesn’t it?I can still clearly remember my initial experience with this. As I was examining an egg carton in my kitchen, I had the impression of Sherlock Holmes cracking a case. “Well, these eggs date back to March 15th,” I mused to myself, feeling somewhat smug. It’s similar like having the password to a select group of ardent egg enthusiasts.The Source of Your Eggs: The Packaging Plant CodeYou might see a code next to the Julian date that starts with the letter “P.” This is the plant code, and it tells you where the eggs were processed. In the event that eggs are recalled, this information is quite helpful. Knowing the plant code can help you determine whether the recall applies to your particular carton. It is a minor detail, but it makes a big difference in guaranteeing the safety of the eggs you eat.Why This Is Important. I know you’re probably wondering why any of this matters. What use does it serve to know the plant code and the Julian date? Alright, let me clarify this for you.Due to salmonella infection, there was a massive egg recall a few years ago. I had bought a few cartons from the supermarket, so I can remember it like it was yesterday. I wondered if the eggs in my refrigerator were among those being recalled, and I started to panic. But then I recalled the Julian date and the plant code. When I looked around and saw they were safe, I sighed with relief.
Eggs Lose Their Freshness and Expiration Over Time
The way the eggs are handled to ensure freshness is another crucial aspect of these standards. As long as they are stored properly, eggs can be consumed up to 30 days after the date they were packaged. This is where the Julian date comes in handy.After I come home from the supermarket, I’ve developed the habit of looking up the Julian date. It resembles a little ceremony. I take note of the date, conduct a quick arithmetic calculation, and keep track of when to use them up. It’s an easy way to make sure I always have fresh eggs, which makes a big difference in the dish’s flavor.Safety and Quality: More Than Just DatesTo ensure that you receive the tastiest eggs, there’s more to it than just knowing the Julian date and plant code. If you’re looking for anything specific, you may also search for additional markings on the carton, such the USDA grade shield and the terms “pastured” or “organic.”The fact that eggs with the USDA grade mark have undergone quality inspection and meet specific requirements is another benefit of purchasing them. The best eggs, grade AA, have solid yolks and thick whites, making them ideal for poaching or frying. Even though Grade A eggs are marginally less solid than Grade AA eggs, they are still excellent for baking and cooking.
Pastured and Organic EggsIf you enjoy eggs from hens that are allowed to roam freely, you might want to search for phrases like “pastured” or “organic.” Chickens that are fed organic feed and do not receive antibiotics are the source of organic eggs. Eggs without cages are produced by hens that are free to roam around and consume real food, which enhances the flavor of the eggs.Allow me to explain how, for me, all of this information came to be. During a Saturday morning, I made an omelet. I reached for the egg carton, saw the Julian date printed on it, and was relieved to see that the eggs had only been packed a week before. They were flawless and fresh. I broke off a few and placed them in a bowl; their rich, orange yolks suggested that they were fresh.I continued whisking the mixture after adding some milk, salt, and freshly ground pepper. I cracked the eggs into the skillet after melting a dollop of butter and allowing it to froth. After the omelet rose beautifully, I folded it and topped it with the cheese and sautéed mushrooms. Because the eggs were so fresh, I’m confident that the omelet turned out to be the greatest I’d made in a long time.
Try to decipher the codes the next time you are holding an egg carton. Knowing the Julian date and the plant code is more than just information; it is a guarantee of the quality and safety of the eggs you eat. You may improve your egg talents by knowing what those numbers represent, whether you’re scrambling eggs in the morning or baking a cake in the evening.As it turns out, it’s a fun but tiny part of the culinary experience. Who wouldn’t want to have breakfast and learn something new?
Rich Young Woman Mocks Poor Old Man, Two Days Later They Switch Places — Story of the Day
A rich young woman mocks the janitor at her father’s company and he decides to teach her a lesson she will never forget.
Danielle Grobber was used to having everything her own way. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and very, very rich. Or at least, Danielle’s father was very rich and she’d always thought of his money as hers.
So Danielle, or Danie, as her friends called her, was more than a little spoiled, but she always managed to charm her way out of trouble with her sweet talk and her dazzling smile. Then she crossed a line, and her father taught her a life lesson she would never forget.
Danielle was about to go off on a two-week dream vacation to the Caribean and had talked her father into taking her on a shopping spree. Not that Danie was in need of anything, she just loved shopping with her dad.
Unfortunately, he had to skip their lunch to attend to some urgent issues, and so she’d wandered around a bit before walking into a famous fast food restaurant and ordering herself a burger with all the trimmings, fries, a large soda, and an apple pie.
She took her order and walked back to her dad’s building which was surrounded by a well-tended lawn dotted with shady trees, comfortable benches, and murmuring fountains. She sat and ate her food while she texted her friends on her phone.
When she finished, she wiped her lips, crumpled the napkin, and carefully applied lipstick. Then she got up and started to walk away, leaving all the packaging and left-overs on the bench.
A voice stopped her in her tracks. “Excuse me, miss!” the voice said. “Please pick up your trash and put it in the bin.”
Treat everyone with respect if you want to be respected.
Danie turned around and stared at a thin elderly man in a janitor’s uniform who was sweeping the garden path. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Are you talking to ME?”
“Yes, young lady,” the man said. “This little park is for the people who work here to enjoy, and I don’t think it’s fair to leave rubbish behind.”
“I don’t clean up!” Danie said arrogantly. “People clean up for ME. People like you, the servant class — isn’t that your job? So do it — clean it up!”
The elderly man flushed. “Young lady,” he said. “My job is to keep this building and this garden spick and span but what you did is disrespectful…”
Danie interrupted him rudely. “You work for my father, which means you work for me! If I tell you to clean up, you clean up, if I tell you to lick my shoes, you lick my shoes or I’ll get you fired!”
It was at that moment that Danie heard a voice like thunder: “DANIELLE!” She turned around to find her father standing there looking furious. “Who do you think you are?” Jack Grobber asked her. “How dare you humiliate this man, who has worked for me for over 20 years. A hard-working man, with a family!”
“Daddy?” said Danie in her best little girl voice. “Please don’t be mad at me…I’m sooo sorry!” But under her sweet smile, Jack caught a flicker of mockery. Danie thought she was going to get away with this, just like she’d gotten away with everything in the past.
“Apologize to Mr. Terence, Danielle,” Jack ordered and watched as his daughter turned to the janitor with her most charming manner — but now he knew it was all an act.
“It’s my fault,” Jack thought. “I have to put this right!” But how do you undo a lifetime of indulgence and teach a young woman respect and responsibility?
Then Jack had a brilliant idea. “Mr. Terence, you look very tired!” he said. “I think you need a vacation!”
Mr. Terence smiled and shook his head. “My wife says the same, Mr. Grobber, but I’m saving up my vacation days for the end of the year so we can spend Christmas with the grandchildren!”
“That’s quite alright, Mr. Terence,” Jack said. “I’m giving you two weeks off and an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas for you and your wife!”
Mr. Terence’s gaped. “Sir? The Bahamas…But who will fill in for me?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Terence,” Jack said smiling. “My daughter Danielle will be more than happy to fill in for you, to make up for the unpleasant way she treated you.”
“WHAT?” screamed Danie, “Are you mad, daddy? I’m going on vacation…”
“Not anymore,” Jack said. “Mr. and Mrs. Terence are going in your place, and you will do his job while he is away.”
“YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME!” screamed Danielle. “I’m not a janitor! Cleaning toilets? Sweeping? Picking up other people’s trash? I won’t do it!”
“Yes you will,” her father said coldly. “Or I will cut off your allowance, take away that convertible…”
“It’s MY car!” cried Danie.
“No, Danielle,” Jack said quietly. “It’s MY car. I paid for it, I pay for the insurance and the gas. It’s all mine. Everything you have, I give you, so I think it’s time you learned how hard people have to work for every dollar.”
Danie knew her father very well, and by the look in his eyes, she realized she’d crossed some boundary. He would not be sweet-talked out of this crazy notion!
“You start on Monday,” Jack told her, then he turned to Mr. Terence. “And you’d better go home and pack, Mr. Terence! Bon Voyage!”
Monday morning Danie was there in her uniform, cleaning and sweeping, and emptying trash cans. By the end of the day she was exhausted, her beautiful nails were ruined, and her soft pampered hands were red and sore.
By the time Mr. Terence came back from the Bahamas with an amazing tan, Danie was quite an expert at the job and he was happy to report to Mr. Grobber that she’d left everything spick and span — no trash in the garden!
As for Danie, she never again disrespected anyone for doing a hard day’s work because she knew exactly what that felt like!
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