You're going to eat them and you're going to like it...

I don't do chunks. Chunks of any kind make me gag and instantly become queasy. I have been with my spouse for 10 years and he of course knows that I don't do chunks. Nevertheless, he comes home from the store with chunks. He then enlightens me that he bought the chunks and that I am going to eat them. Really, I'm going to eat them quite puzzled. Dismissing my aversion tells me that there aren't many. Does that matter; a chunk is a chunk.

Let me just say there will be a plethora of hardboiled eggs in your future, so get ready to eat them and god dammit your going to like them.