Writing With Abandon

When I read Consuelo’s slice, The Egg Thingy, I knew I’d already been influenced. An easy, no-clean method for perfect-every-time soft-boiled, medium-boiled, and hard-boiled eggs? Sign me up. And they even made a smaller version. Perfect.

I ordered it last Saturday and it arrived Sunday morning, just in time for breakfast.

I was so excited to unbox it and get breakfast going. I sent the WhatsApp group updates for each stage:

They were PERFECTION.

I couldn’t believe how easy it was.

P got excited too when I sent him the picture.

And all week, I’ve been enjoying my soft-boiled eggs on toast with avocado for breakfast. No more pans to clean up, just shells, in with the compost. A quick wipe-down of parts and then the Egg Thingy goes back in its corner.

Egg Heaven, really.

Until this morning.

“Trying the omelette feature,” I texted P. Casual.

It had already incurred more work than just piercing the bottom of the eggs, but oh well. I was gonna get my greens in!

The Egg Thingy started chiming as I finished washing my face in the bathroom.

“For a drier omelette, leave the eggs in the Rapid Egg Cooker for an extra two minutes,” the instructions manual had said. No rush.

When I took the top off, it looked promising:

But when I tried to transfer it to a plate?

I guess you can’t have it all with a $17 kitchen appliance.

But at least I have my trusty pan, so I could salvage the remains.

I guess I’ll have to stick to what the Egg Thingy knows best: soft-to-hard-boiled goodness, nothing more and nothing less.