Silly Egg

Boiled_eggBeing a short anecdote to remind everyone why Christopher’s the cook and I amn’t.

Today, I decided I wanted to boil an egg so I could have an Omega-3 boiled egg, cheese and tomato sandwich (toasted) for lunch. The boiled egg used to be a staple of my single cooking repertoire. A long time ago, a friend taught me how to make perfect, just the right amount of soft boiled eggs with toast soldiers. I’d stick the egg in my egg cup, crack it and saw off the top with a knife — a very satisfying culinary achievement — then dip the toast in and be extremely happy. I hardly ever have soft-boiled eggs anymore, because I don’t think C. really believes in them. Anyway, what I’m saying is: at one time, I knew how boiling eggs worked; I could look at my little red egg timer and choose the perfect moment of lunar eclipse at which to remove the eggs and eat them.

So sure was I that I knew how to boil the eggs that I asked for no help. I let C. stay in his office while I was making them. I brought the water to a boil. I turned it off. I put in the egg timer and the eggs. You there yet?

I managed to salvage one of them by nuking it in the microwave for thirty seconds after spreading it on the toast. I managed to wait several hours before I revealed my process to C.


3 thoughts on “Silly Egg”

  1. My dad had a truly bizarre experience a few years ago, he was having lunch at the faculty club at Penn & got a plate of food from the salad bar, including what he thought was a hard-boiled egg (still in the shell, obviously). Back at the table, he cracked it open on his plate, and it turned out to be completely raw! I don’t know why this strikes me as so funny, it just is though… I hope you were not too disappointed about your eggs going awry, I am fond of a soft-boiled egg sort of mashed onto buttered toast, a form of food I have about once a year when recovering from a cold….

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