Thursday, July 28, 2016

Mysterious Egg

“Ewww! What the …!”
My first bite of a fried egg is … what is that? Not rotten, but … salty … vinegary … what has my egg lady been feeding her chickens!?
I taste the egg again. Can I eat this? Is something wrong with it? It’s gross! I’ll have to throw it out.
And then I recognize the flavour.
 Scott had come in and eaten some herring from a jar in the fridge. He’d picked up the fork I’d set out while making my breakfast, used it and and put it back on the counter next to my waiting plate … rather than in the sink where it belonged.
Mystery solved. I get a clean fork and finish my fresh farm egg, which is delicious.


  1. I love the picture of your garden ☺
    And yuck to vinegar and egg.

  2. Oh the joys of sharing a kitchen! How well do I know them! :)

  3. That's funny - don't think I'd want a herring-tinged egg.

  4. I haven't had a herring since 1945. I realized at a young age that I could turn them down and success has followed me since, herring-wise.


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