It’s Saturday, which means I grate potatoes, and we have hashbrowns, bacon, and fried eggs for breakfast. A guy at work has 11 chickens, and he distributes their eggs to coworkers. There were two left from the last batch, so I put them in a small ‘Gladware’-type container so they don’t roll around. I got them out of the fridge this morning, along with two of the latest dozen farm-fresh eggs, so they could come to room temp before I cooked them.
The bacon was cooked, the potatoes were cooked, the plates were warmed, and now it’s time for some over-easy eggs. I crack them into a bowl so that they all cook the same amount of time. I cracked one of the eggs that I’d put into the plastic container and… What the freaK? Is it rotten? What’s going on? After the initial surprise, I saw that it had been hard-boiled. Yep, Mrs. L.A. saw these ‘extra’ eggs in the fridge and boiled them at some point. :smack:
She wasn’t playing a trick on me, but she did laugh. And I had a hard-boiled egg for a snack after breakfast. (And we have one hard-boiled egg left.)
What has your spouse done that makes you say (or think), ‘Dang it, Dear!’?