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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

What was that?

broken breakfast

As I closed the hens' door to their pen, I fed them so they could eat before sleep. Moments before, I had found the first egg since December 16th, and was so happy I could have it for breakfast. Usually, I eat two, but I will eat one. Patsy Cline lays eggs only half the size of Thelma's so it takes two eggs for breakfast.
 
I did not want to climb the steps to put the egg in the kitchen, so I put  the precious egg in the yogurt container that held their dinner of oats. I put it carefully in the car so it would not break.
 
When I got out of the car back at home, I was foolish and carried a "lazy man's load"--too much. I put one foot out of the car , stood, and dumped the egg due to having too much in my hands and arms.
 
I felt something touch my pants and heard a tiny noise. What was that? It was pitch dark, so I had to bend so far to even see it. My heart sank as I looked down. Breakfast was broken. I have no more eggs.
 
Three hours later, nothing has eaten it.
 
Today, exbf will fetch me some of my frozen eggs, frozen for just such an occasion this winter when egg production dropped off. I hope these hens get enough light as sunrise comes earlier each day since the winter equinox.
 
I know--to others it's just an egg. To me it was my breakfast.

UPDATE: I have another egg today. So, maybe the few minutes of extra daylight are helping the hens lay. Plus, exbf got a half-pint jelly jar with five eggs out since I want to make pound cake.  I asked him to bring in two jars 4-oz. jars with two eggs in each one. So, I will be set until he comes next week, even if the hens lay no eggs.
 
Your turn
Have you ever ruined or had ruined the last of anything that you planned to eat?  Have you broken your only egg? Tell me and entertain me, please.
 
 


12 comments:

  1. I certainly have. Through most of the year I have more eggs than we can use, and so I trade them, cook some and place them on dogs food, and occasionally cook one for the cats. I once traded two dozen giant eggs per week for the entire Summer to my attorney in exchange for some estate planning assistance. However, we have elected to let the chickens rest and live longer in the late Fall and Winter. So, through Fall and Winter there is usually not a single egg. No giant white eggs and no giant brown ones magically appear. Instead, the grocery store sells us little teeny white eggs. Oddly in Winter everyone here eats eggs at a faster pace than in Summer. In Spring, there is occasionally a rare egg before the light returns sufficiently for the egg bonanza which is to come. I have collected those and then dropped one on my way back up to the house. Oh how I miss the fresh broccoli and cheddar, or cheese and bacon quiches I would usually make to eat or to freeze in eggier times of year !

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  2. I have never had an excess since I had four laying hens. Patsy Cline lays tiny eggs. Thelma who is five years old is getting slower about everything. I bought two dozen eggs, one in November and another at Christmas in 2012, but I could never force myself to eat one or cook one, so they spoiled.

    Patsy Cline missed two weeks laying. I think she is back on course to at least give me enough eggs for a couple of breakfasts.

    So, the dearth of eggs makes them popular?

    And, I really would like those recipes. I have never made a quiche and would like to start with a tried and true recips.

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  3. I awoke one morning with the urge for a bacon and egg sandwich. I knew I had one egg left, so it was a perfect opportunity.

    I fried my bacon, carefully placed it to drain, loaded the toaster and went for my egg.

    There it was. All alone in the tray in the door of the refrigerator. The skillet was ready, I was relishing my soon to be breakfast and it was stuck to the tray.

    I coerced, twisted, tried and finally broke the egg; the rich goodness dribbled into the tray and down the door.

    I was disappointed, but had a tomato. I made a BLT, but ate it with disappointment. I really wanted a bacon and egg sandwich, on buttered toast, with just a tiny bit of mustard.

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    1. Jess,
      That is such a sad story, one that I can relate to. . When your mouth is set for an egg, nothing else will do. Plus, you had to clean up the refrigerator. Thankfully, you had a tomato. If I had neither an egg nor tomato, jelly would be my next choice for my bacon sandwich.

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    2. I didn't intend to make it sad. I was thinking more of it being entertaining.

      Read my comment again, but imagine it's Benny Hill and you hear "Yakety Sax" in the background.

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    3. Jess,
      You write so well that I imagine it were happening right now, maybe to me. It was VERY entertaining. It was sort of like my funk when there is no Miracle Whip.

      When your writing draws others into it and a person can feel what you feel, when you evoke emotions, when people comment on their emotions in the same condition, when they ascribe feelings (rightly or wrongly), you have written well. Thanks. It was a very entertaining!

      I did re-read under the conditions you suggested....lol. Thanks.

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  4. Oh yes. And it is always MY FAULT. Sigh.
    I can remember making a mushroom omelette. And was just about drooling in anticipation. The eggs (my last) made it into the pan safely, were cooked beautifully, and I flipped the omelette onto the edge of the cooker where it slid down the cupboards and oozed onto the floor.

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    1. EC,
      Oh, noooo! Then, you had to clean up your precious omelet That must have been a mess. Thanks.

      You and Jess had to clean your eggs up, but I just had to walk away. I feel much better for my situation after you two.

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  5. my mum once brought me, for my birthday, a single piece of cheesecake from a good bakery. i was about to have cheesecake and coffee when i realised it was almost time to pick up the kids from school and i would enjoy it better if i had more time so i left it on the table and looked forward to it all the way to school and back only i forgot to lock the side door and the dog let himself in and stole the cake while i was away! i did mention it was my birthday, right?

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  6. kylie,
    Okay, one more reason I have no indoor pets--I have to remember to protect my food.

    The anticipation dashed? I can imagine.

    What a birthday surprise! I hope you managed to get another piece of cheesecake. Thanks for the story.

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  7. I was miffed the other day when the BF forgot to check for eggs and one froze. I won't eat an egg that froze in the nest box because something icky may have gotten in through the crack that formed. Instead, I fed it back to the chickens.

    I had no eggs from my four hens for about a month, but one has started laying again. It's only the one hen, but she lays enormous brown eggs and I am patient. :-)

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    1. Linda,
      Okay, it sounds like I am talking to me! Anyway, I would not eat a cracked one either, not from the nst box. I am sure my chickens loved that. I always cook them before giving them back to the hens.

      I got another egg today, so maybe Patsy Cline is going to get more regular. Thelma may never lay more than the occasional egg, even when the days are longer. I am patient, but I get tiny eggs. This spring, I will get some chicks to give me eggs by fall. Thanks for commenting.

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