Egg-splosion

I took a photo in the kitchen, intending to use it to thank Chris and Steve who had given me a marvelous apple whomper several years ago. This gadget cores an apple and cuts it into wedges. The unusual part of it is a hinged bottom that pushes the apple all the way through the cutting edges. Because it works like a charm and we eat apples often, it was sitting on the counter. I was about to put three eggs on the counter for our breakfast, and I had the brilliant idea of keeping them contained on the apple gadget. It worked like a charm. The eggs made no attempt to escape, and we had a happy breakfast.

Fast forward to lunchtime. Instead of using the method that worked before, I put one egg on the counter and thought it was secure. I had never had an egg roll off the counter and didn’t expect it to happen then. As I put the egg carton in the refrigerator, I heard a splat on the floor behind me.

That renegade egg sought freedom in a desperate way and is probably now cavorting with Humpty Dumpty. There were no king’s horses or king’s men at hand, so Mistress Mehrling stooped to the lowly job of cleaning a large egg off the floor. She will publicly thank the apple whomper for its service and reward it with a permanent home on the counter if it agrees to be the egg corral from this day forward.