Looking at the weight and volume of its contents, one ostrich egg is roughly equivalent to two dozen chicken eggs. That’s enough to make a great big honkin’ omelette, but if you buy an ostrich egg at Whole Foods, you’re paying about ten times the price of the same amount of garden-variety cacklefruit. Now, I can appreciate the novelty value of eating certain things (raw whale, anyone?), but that’s a lot of money for an egg … even if it came from a cage-free ostrich raised in an environment absent hormones or antibiotics, massaged daily with Japanese beer. Perhaps it is a reflection of the difficulty of harvesting the eggs: taking them away from a resentful mother ostrich capable of disemboweling a man with a single kick.
Not to mention the relatively low appeal to locavores — unless, of course, you’re reading this from the banks of the Zambezi.