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.
Writing With Abandon 
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