Hey friends, can I share an “Amanda is a goof” moment with you?
Alternate title for this post: “What NOT To Do” “What the What?” “Oops”
Today I had this craving for hard-boiled eggs.
I was going to make an egg salad and scoop with chips like I did on a previous WIAW (What. I. Ate. Wednesday.) Post.
I was going to add some peppers that the BF chopped for me…and even a little spinnach for some veggies. Yum! A made-up dish that I was hoping to share with everyone if it turned out to be as tasty as I thought it was.
As per usual, I was multi-tasking. I was working on my art project, researching the very first ancient ball games, which was pretty fascinating. The ancient people often put human skulls in their rubber balls and when the game was finished, the losers were sacrificed to the gods. Neato.
I got distracted and thought the eggs had boiled long enough so I thought I’d take em off the burner.
False.
They were not done and had an ewwie goey texture of an almost-boiled egg.
I wanted to salvage these eggs, as I hate wastefulness. I already felt terrible for throwing out an old pepper earlier and dumping old old Sprite that the BF got me when I was sick a month ago. So wanting to make the best of the not-quite-cooked eggs, I nuked em. I just wanted to make them safe to eat right? I could eat oddly-textured eggs right?
Microwaved em and they were fine. They came out sizzling a big, but I thought little of it.
I started to mash the first egg to make my egg salad and a little steam let out. Weird. The eggs were toasty, but I was hungry and did not want to wait.
I started mashing the second one with a fork and…POP!
Egg confetti.
Everywhere.
I stared, dumbfounded. Did that just happen? Seriously, who has time to clean up egg confetti?
I grabbed my camera, thinking no one would believe that I exploded an egg with a fork.
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| Note the peppers and spinnach waiting to be used |
The more pictures I snapped, the more I realized what a ginormous mess I had just made. What. A. Goof.
It was all over the floor..microwave…stove…counters…my hands…
Suddenly I wasn’t feelin the eggs anymore. Can you imagine why?
After about 10 minutes of clean up, I am still finding egg remnants.
I decided to go with leftover lasagna instead. (A recipe that I was planning on sharing today, however, exploding eggs triumphed.)
I texted the BF what happened, “I just exploded an egg.”
BF: “How does that happen.”
I explained in a couple of texts what happened.
BF: “Ah ha ha ha ha! You okay though? No boiling egg shrapnel I hope.” Love him.
He told me later, “I’m sure I giggled during class when I read your text.”
And there you have it. My goofiness= the BF giggling in his work training class. 🙂
Hope this made you giggle. Wherever you are.
~Amanda aka Semi-Health Nut~
Have you done anything goofy lately?
Any “did that just happen” moments you’d like to share?”
