I can’t get it out of my head. I keep thinking about it now, ever since it happened. And it freaks me out every time I think about it.
Jason had a friend spend the night on Sunday night since there was no school on Monday. I wanted to make it a special night for them, so we ordered pizza for dinner and watched Shanghi Knights. The boys played Age of Empires II through the LAN (yeah for WiFi!) and had a really good night. I decided to make them pancakes for breakfast on Monday morning.
That’s when it happened.
I had all the ingredients mixed together, I had just added my milk, and the last thing to go in was the egg.
The egg that I can’t stop thinking about. The bad egg.
I cracked it on the glass measuring cup and dumped it in to my bowl without looking at the egg first, and I kid you not … as I saw it go in to the bowl, I realized that the yolk was black! Black! Ok, maybe it was just a dark green, but definitely on the black end of the color spectrum. Black! Thank goodness it slid under the other ingredients fast so I didn’t have to look at it, because otherwise I might have lost it right there on the kitchen floor.
I don’t think I have ever dumped something down my kitchen garbage disposal as fast as I did yesterday morning. I was doing the heebie jeebie big bug dance too – that dance you do when you see a really creepy bug that freaks you out. Eek!
The eggs were a week old, and the expiration date had not passed. It didn’t matter though – I pitched the remaining eggs in the trash, went to the store and got a fresh carton, and cringed as I made a new batch of pancake batter.
It took a lot of effort to make it through my breakfast taco this morning. I kept thinking about that bad egg. Veruca Salt can keep those geese that lay gold eggs for Easter – I seriously need an educated eggdicator! Don’t care how … I want it now!