When confronted by such a sight, first thoughts might be "shell colour doesn't matter". After all, it's the egg inside that counts. The one on the left isn't much larger. It just wears its eggcup better - round the hips, rather than round the stomach. Anyhow, we already know from Haalo's world-famous post that size doesn't really matter. It's what you do with it that counts. In Haalo's case it was a ham, cheese, tomato and rocket omelette.
Some are lucky enough to get laid by very special geese, others have to settle for being laid by common or garden chickens. In this case, both were laid by "free-range hens" and were bought in the same local supermarket. The one on the left came from a box labelled "Mabel Pearman's Burford Browns free range Cotswold eggs" and the one on the right from a box labelled "Six free range eggs". I didn't touch either of them up. Honest. A few pence extra to experience the one on the left. It doesn't really matter how you consume it, so long as it's with passion. Enough said.