Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Monday, August 6, 2012

a tale of two eggs

There they were, two eggs, sitting in their little cardboard box in the fridge.
The last two of a dozen brought to me by my T, from her chooks.

I was standing in my kitchen looking at these eggs, knowing that I needed one of them for something, but I couldn't remember what.
So I put them back in the fridge and went about my day.

A little washing, a little sweeping, read the paper, shampooed my hair....usual Sunday stuff.
Still couldn't remember what I needed an egg for, so I hard-boiled both of them for sandwiches.

Fast forward to near dinnertime and I thought about preparing a frittata with the left over veggies from last night.
Mash the veggies together, add an egg........oh sh**!!

I ate spaghetti instead.

13 comments:

  1. Hi. This is Robert, your number one suitor. You can't have your egg and eat it too, especially in the Housing Commission. Trying for twice is what gave you the prize.

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  2. Not sure what that means, but it may impress.

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  3. Gives a whole new meaning to having egg on your face.

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  4. I do that far too often. It is nice to hear that someone else has the same problem. Frustrating though.

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  5. Delores; not quite what I said. Mine went something like aaaarrrgh!!

    Joanne; see above.

    R.H. I'm consoled by the fact that today's lunchtime egg sandwich was very nice.

    windsmoke; yes.

    EC; you too? yes, frustrating.

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  6. LOL, I do that sort of thing all the time. So funny!

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  7. At least you ate your eggs - I'm more likely to put them in the dirty clothes basket and fling some socks in the frypan!

    LC found my mobile phone folded up in the bed-sheets the other day....

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  8. It's nice that you know where your eggs came from. At least you got to enjoy them, even if it wasn't in a frittata!

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  9. It's always the eggs that you get you!

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  10. Tempo; funnier now than it was then.

    Kath Lockett; tell me...do fried socks taste okay? you've been texting in your sleep haven't you. At least you don't leave your phone in taxis or buses.

    Sarah; they're very nice eggs too.

    CarrieBoo; sometimes it's the tomatoes. I forget I have them, then they're slush when I finally remember.

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  11. I hate when stuff like that happens!

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