Notes from Jan

The Yolks on Me

July 22, 2018

The quiet of this balmy July evening just took a hit from fireworks down at the beach.   The kid in me never minds catching a few more signs and wonders in the skies, even if manmade.

Never thought it would remind me of breakfast, however.

Wanted what I call a “puddin’ egg,” boiled neither hard, nor runny.  Just wanted the egg white cooked with a mushy yolk in the middle.

After peeling away some of the shell, I noticed part of the egg seemed to have missed the boiling water level, leaving some  of the white looking milky and sloshy.

Not to worry.

I’ll just finish peeling and pop it into the microwave, milky side up for 20 seconds.

Cooked.

While it wouldn’t be mushy, at least the egg  wouldn’t run and ruin the toast.

Moot point, since I’d already over-browned it.

I misspoke.

Burned the toast.

Back to the egg.

Put my fork into the egg and got the 4th of July all over me.

It exploded, raining egg confetti, pelting my face with HOT yellow flecks.

I yelped and swatted away, one hen’s revenge.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll go to Jim’s for a donut before church.

Beats showing up with egg on my face.

No need to look so needy at the altar.

Is there?

 

 

 

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5 Comments

  • Reply Myrna July 22, 2018 at 2:43 am

    Thanks for a good laugh

  • Reply Dan Russ July 22, 2018 at 3:59 am

    We are all needy at the altar with egg on our face. Thanks, Jan, for reminding us.

  • Reply Evelyn MorganI' July 22, 2018 at 5:21 am

    I needed that laugh!! 😉 😉

  • Reply Valerie McCoy July 22, 2018 at 2:21 pm

    You’re not kiddin’. That scenario played out in my kitchen as well.
    The difference? There were 3 people at the table who ran outta there faster than Houdini, and 1 dog who won the Olympic sprint, going under the bed.
    And I submit; white, hot, burning dots
    all over the face are not as attractive as Chanel Highlighter.

  • Reply Dale Lefever July 23, 2018 at 12:22 pm

    I thought these blogs would become a book, but it looks like a stand-up (or sit-down) comedy routine is in your future as well. Thanks for mixing love with laughter.

    Blessings , Dale

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