Summary:
I had no choice but to throw the bag away, eggs, paper, shell and all. Visions of a bull’s eye, sunny side up, scrambled eggs, a fluffy omelette, not to mention boiled eggs seasoned with salt and pepper, rose before my eyes. She added, “I’ve been studying eggs.” I thought she was studying economics, but let that pass. So when I actually bought and brought home half a dozen eggs intact that evening, I couldn’t believe it. Unfortunately both the egg shell and the paper cone that contained the eggs were determined to become ingredients too — the broken egg shell pieces clung to the white and yolk messy mix while the soggy paper cone that had contained the eggs was loath to break free..