Susan Marie Molloy

Life in the Oasis



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

I am an observer, a writer, and a poet. My latest poetry books, "Engaged," "Indigo Fantasy," "Life in the Oasis," "Gallery Night," "God of the Sea," "Solitary Walks," and "Grapes Suzette" and my short stories, "The Green Gloves" and "The Crowd of Turin" are now available on 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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