This morning, we decided that we'd want a Mexican breakfast. I thought I'd be a lil adventurous and get a Mexican breakfast plate. I had mentioned the Carne Asada Chilaquiles before so I thought I'd go with it. The menu said, Carne Asada w/ rice & beans. Sounded soooo good!
When I opened my plate, there were two fried eggs staring back at me. In the middle of that whiteness I could see a concentrated blob of yellow. My worst [breakfast] nightmare!
Luckily, Levi likes runny eggs so I could give it to him. UNFORTUNATELY, the egg was a lot more delicate than I was expecting AND my fork wasn't the best tool to use to scoop it off my carne asada & chilaquiles. It started to ooze out.
I wanted to throw up.
In my head, I was screaming, "GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!!!!!!".... I don't think it was just in my head. I think it was physically noticeable that I didn't want ANYTHING to do with this egg. I just wanted it gone. I didn't want any trace of it left on my plate, so Levi ended up with some carne & chilaquiles that had egg ooze on it. Thank you for eating it, sweetheart.
For those who don't really know me, I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE HATE HATE runny eggs. Everything about it is disgusting, awful, abhorrent and repugnant. I loathe it with every fiber of my being. I don't care if someone were to pay me 5 million dollars to eat one runny egg; I WOULD NOT.
I think it stems from one Saturday morning from my childhood. My Mom made eggs for all of us. I had a mug of hot cocoa and was told that I couldn't leave the table until I ate all my eggs and drank my cocoa. Because I was a kid, I ate everything I liked and left the egg til the end. I had no buffer between my taste buds and that stupid egg. I had to eat the egg and drink my cocoa. Worst combination in the world!! I hated it. I think I cried because it was so disgusting to me. To this day, I can't drink cocoa with my breakfast, most especially when there's an egg on my plate.
When I was a teenager, my brother offered to make me an egg sandwiches. Growing up, I loved his egg sandwich. One day, he offered to make me a sandwich as I was getting my hair done. I was so stoked!! He handed it to me, wrapped in a napkin like usual, and I took a big bite. Mmmm delicious!! I was finish chewing and started to lift the sandwich to my mouth. As I looked down at my sandwich, I noticed some yellow ooze on my thumb; he mixed up our sandwiches. I had the runny egg sandwich. I was grossed out. I was done. He apologized and tried to trade sandwiches, but the moment was over, I couldn't do it. Who knows, the other sandwich could be tainted as well!?! Nope, no egg sandwich for me, that day.
I just hate runny eggs. Seriously, it's just the grossest thing on earth and I'd rather have nothing to do with it. Even if I were offered 10 million dollars, I'd have to take 20 minutes to really think about it! Damn runny eggs! SICK!
