**Apologies to my friends who have already heard all about this on Facebook**
I’ve been doing unauthorized science experiments again.
I actually sort of … accidentally exploded some eggs while trying to boil them. A reasonable person might ask, alarmed, How on earth does that happen?
Not being a reasonable person myself, I can tell you:
- Come home from work tired and sniffly
- Allow child to talk you into making boiled eggs
- Place four eggs in pot, put pot on burner, on high
- Walk away
- Forget to come back
B and I had moved on to my bedroom when we smelled something burning. I ran into the kitchen, cursing, to find a pot of smoldering eggs,two of which had already burst. I snatched the pot off the stove, just in time for a third egg to explode right in my face.
So of course, I screamed.
My husband did not come running to see if I was hurt. He did not inquire, “Honey, are you ok?” from his spot on the couch.
No. He called,
Nice going, Julia Child.
Clearly, this man is my soul mate.