I opened the fridge to get out an egg, and it was kind of early and I was really sleepy so I dropped the egg.
Oh no! That is one messy task. I am preparing myself for this messy clean-up but then ...
The egg did not break!
It was sitting on the floor whole!
I picked it up, gingerly, astonished. What had happened was, the shell had chipped away just a bit on one end. But the membrane underneath somehow held the egg together.
I've never seen anything like it in my life!
My one regret is that I did not take a picture. If you do not take a picture nothing has really happened. You would think I would have learned this lesson by now. But I was sleepy and so I did not take a picture. I picked the egg up and marveled at it and then I think I was afraid it would break more and so I cracked it into the skillet and cooked it and brought it to Howard with his oatmeal.
He ate the magic egg!
Maybe the egg was a sign because the rest of the cooking and coffee hour baking went magically. The folks at coffee hour tomorrow will be happy! I made Cranberry Buckle and Jewish Apple Cake and a creation of my own, Chocolate Strawberry Coffee Cake. I made cinnamon buns. Everything went really fast.
One thing that was funny, there was a stick of butter I worked on all day. Besides other sticks of butter I was throwing into baking creations, there was a stick that sat on the counter and I chipped away at, tablespoon by tablespoon. One went into this, two into that. Finally in addition to everything else I was making dinner and that, too, called for a tablespoon, and then another tablespoon.
It was like a clock, that stick of butter. I could mark time with it.
Anyway, a productive day, in and out of the kitchen.
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