Raw eggs in the morning…

There’s nothing like scraping up raw eggs with your hands to jolt you awake first thing in the morning.  I blame it on the sun.  I’m so accustomed to the drizzly grayness early in the day that the fact that the sun was out and shining throught he window was disconcerting.  So I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should have been when I was standing in front of the refrigerator, balancing the egg carton on one hand and taking an egg out with the other.  I do this every morning that I have eggs, which is at least 4 times a week, so it’s not like it’s an unusual task or posture. 

But no matter how much experience I’ve had, in this one instance things went awry.  The edge of the egg bumped against the edge of the carton and fell out of my hand, luckily not into the refrigerator, but directly onto the one space in front of the refrigerator that has a rug.  The carton was already halfway back in the fridge, and I made sure it was securely there before I closed the door, and grabbed up the egg off the rug.  My refrigerator, and indeed my apartment, is so cold that the egg yolk was still pretty much intact.  The eggshell had cracked open and the contents were mostly on the rug but they were still of a piece, like a sunny-side up egg.  I think if it had been a room temperature egg, the insides would have spread out to a gooey mess and infiltrated the fiber of the rug.  I didn’t stop to try to get some implement to pick it up with either, because my instinct was that it wouldn’t stay intact very long, and I needed to get it off the floor.  Luckily there wasn’t anything in the sink and I could toss my handful of egg into the drain.  I used some cleanser and a handful of damp paper towels to clean up the rest of the egg white that had dropped from my hand as I grabbed the egg. 

Several minutes later, now completely awake, I again opened the refrigerator and warily contemplated the egg carton.  With extreme care, I extracted an egg, put it safely on the counter, and continued on with my preparations for breakfast.  Short one egg, but oh, well, the sun is shining after all.  It’ll be a good day.

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