I don't due eggs because of the sulfur gas afterwards, and the nasty things I'd find in the eggs. I was a cook at a dude ranch, and breakfast was a performance. They had one 'cowboy' (from Michigan?) that loved jalapeno omelets. My first day, we 'had words'. He sent the omelets back my first day, twice. Finally he comes swaggering into the kitchen, throws three egs on a skillet, plunges his hand into a huge industrial jar of jalapeno peppers, pulls out a massive fist ful of them, throws them on the cooking egg layer, swings the pan around, pro-style, to flip the omelet closed, and slides it onto a plate. Points at it and declares: 'LIKE THAT!'.
Oh...
The next day, he comes in and hugs me. 'PERFECT CHEF!!! BEST I'VE EVER HAD!!!'. I was 'chef' from that day on. A 'chef' at a dude ranch. I cut trees between orders, and gutted fish all evening for kids that caught them in our trout pond.
As a result: I hate eggs.
Yeah, the 'stuff' that I would find in some of those eggs was nauseating. I did find an egg that had a nearly fully developed chick inside. You get good at flicking things like that off the grill with a spatula. We used to put a dozen eggs into a large stainless bucket to do scrambled egg orders, and dredge Texas Toast through for 'french' toast. Picking the 'junk' out of the bucket was a little more involved. Yeah, yuck... However, most of them were fine, but the nasty ones were, often nasty...