It’s my belief that it should not be a big deal if you have eggs in the house. Somehow, in my world, it does become a big deal.
We don’t have A/C at witchypoo HQ. This is a significant issue for the hot flash queen. We do have many fans, but oh, me nerves! I hate the heat.
Ass Burger Boy, on the other hand, is oblivious to heat. So much so that he routinely wears a leather jacket outside in the summer.
And?
He loves to bake cookies. In the summer. Using the oven. Sometimes, he forgets to turn the oven off afterwards.
One summer, I came home from gigging a festival in the Magdalene Islands in the Gulf of St. Lawrence. You could see your breath at night in the entertainment tent. I had to buy a special fleece-type jacket there, so as not to freeze.
Imagine my surprise to find that meanwhile, back at home, we were enjoying record high temperatures. It was 107F outside.
Inside? It was considerably hotter.
Seems my pride and joy had whupped up a batch of cookies in my absence.
And forgot to turn the oven off.
I dropped off my luggage, called for an air-conditioned cab, and made my way to an air-conditioned bar for the evening.
But first I broke and threw out all the eggs in the house.
Haven’t bought eggs since.
