Susan Marie Molloy

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If you took Home Economics in junior high or high school, you may remember the teacher showing you how to crack an egg.  Just as important, she probably told you when you break the egg, you should first put it in a separate small bowl to make sure the egg was good, i.e., no blood, no spoilage, but all fresh and ready to use before you put it in the pan to fry or in the cake batter.

I like fresh eggs from the farm, when I can get them. The other morning, I took out my newly bought dozen I got from the local farmers’ market. I scrambled one for my dogs to share. Then I began to crack four more eggs for our breakfast, putting each into a bowl, one at a time.

By the time I got to the third egg, it was a little hard to crack. By the time I hit it for the fourth time on the edge of the bowl, a putrid odor came forth , and something greyish-black was inside. Take a guess; I’ll bet you’re right about what that was.

I nearly gagged. In a flash, I turned towards the sink and dumped the eggs in the bowl into the sink and turned on the disposal. The rest of the dozen took a trip to oblivion, too. It took a full sink of hot water and lots of baking soda and white vinegar to get rid of the rotten odor.

So, the lesson learned is this: Our Home Economics teachers were right to teach us to first put the cracked eggs in a separate bowl for inspection.

I never dreamed that a fertilized egg (dead baby chick) would be one of the things to look out for.

Read about another eggs-asperating encounter I had last year:  Not Always What It Seems

These eggs, from a later cooking experience, were one hundred per cent good. Original photograph by (c)2017 Susan Marie Molloy. All Rights Reserved.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Author: Susan Marie Molloy

Hi, and welcome to my blog. I am a published writer, poet, photographer, freelance editor, artist, and career analyst. Growing up in a bilingual family helped me foster my love of languages. I hold a Bachelor of Arts degree in History and Political Science, a Bachelor of Arts degree in English, and Master of Arts in History. My short stories, poetry, and photographs have been published in the Emerald Coast Review (18th and 19th editions), newspapers, and in many other publications. I enjoy Pre-Code films, photography, music, travelling, history, reading, and living each day to the fullest in The Oasis. My publications include Engaged (an anthology of my poems), The Crowd of Turin, God of the Sea: A Short Book of Poetry by the Seashore, Grapes Suzette and Other Poetic Epicurean Delights, Gallery Night, Indigo Fantasy, The Green Gloves, Puppy Love, Supreme Theater, and others. I am currently working on an anthology of my short stories, including a roman à clef tale, and am in collaboration with another artist in writing a novel. My books are available through Amazon. Check them out. Buy them. Read them. Send me your thoughts. I look forward to hearing from you.

8 thoughts on “Eggs-actly

  1. I also have an egg in the morning, like it scrambled. I probably would not eat it if it had a baby chick forming inside. Yet, I would eat the chick when it grew up. A little on the sick side, n’est pas.

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  2. I can swear and attest that an egg with a rotting chicken fetus inside smells worse than the dead skunk in the middle of the road.

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