We’re obsessively careful about eggs in the US. I imagine there’s a device under each factory chicken that plucks the egg as soon as it plops, and rushes the thing to a cooler. It makes its way to a refrigerated truck and is delivered to a refrigerator in the store, where I select it and rush it home … to the refrigerator.
Not in Thailand. Eggs sit in bowls on the street in 95 degree heat. They’re on the shelves in the 7-11 next to the other room -temperature items. We bring them home on our bikes, riding 20km in the heat. Our nice neighbors give little bags of warm eggs to us as gifts. We eat them happily.