I thought I would give eggs another chance after not eating them for years and being generally repulsed by them unless they’re IN something, like cake! I saw an itty bitty fry-pan at the supermarket and that was the real reason I bought half a dozen eggs. The fry-pan was so cute and just the right size for one small egg to cook in.
Maybe I am low on protein or something but an egg sandwich started to sound good. I wanted to conquer my aversion and perhaps awaken some taste-buds while doing so. I got out my little pan, cracked an egg into it and watched it cook. Meanwhile I cut up some vegetables and made some toast. Everything looked so perfect. The egg seemed to be having a bit of trouble cooking but it got there eventually. “This is a real feast.”, I told myself. I assembled my creation and sat down to eat.
As I cut into the sandwich, the yolk drizzled out. I took a bite and spat it straight out again. The yolk was raw. It was disgusting. I pulled the egg out of the sandwich and although I no longer had any sort of appetite, I didn’t want the egg to beat me. I put it back in the pan, sunny-side down.
I cooked the dear life out of that egg, toasted some more bread and tried again. That’s when I noticed the smell that makes me leave any sort of cafe or restaurant. The smell of cooked eggs. “I’ll cover it all in tomato sauce (ketchup), just so I can at least attempt to eat this beast.” I thought.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even eat the toast because it had touched the egg. I offered it to the cat and she didn’t want it either. It went into two plastic bags tied tightly and then into the bin. Then I had to deal with the smell. I rinsed everything that touched the egg with vinegar and put the dishes and cutlery into the sink to soak in hot, soapy water.
I lit a stick of incense and put it in my kitchen to try to cover the smell.
This is why I pretty much live off vegetables and rice!
Anyone want five eggs?