Bless this Yolk O Lord

"Which eggs are we using?"  J asked pointing to our recent addition of two dozen eggs in our fridge due to miscommunication and solo shopping trips.

"Use the ones that expire first."  I pulled out the ones that J bought.  "Honey, you bought religious eggs."

"What?  They were from Trader Joes."

"The have Psalm 118:24 on the inside of the carton."

"They were Dutch eggs.  They were farmed in Wisconsin."

"Great.  Not only are they religious, but they're Lutheran eggs."

Yup, Catholics have the honey trade down by the monks, but those Lutherans have the corner on the egg market.