Sunday morning Sonny and I decided to crack open the FRANKEN EGG. We were unsure what might be hiding inside the grotesque oblong egg. We carefully lifted it out of the foam egg carton and examined it to make sure there were no cracks or a giant beak sticking out. The shell was smooth and unblemished. I raised the egg, my hand poised to crack it against the side of the bowl. Sonny looked at me. I looked back at him. Our eyes questioned each other whether we dare open this brown monster egg that could possibly contain a fate worse than Pandora’s Box. He nodded giving me the go ahead and I hit the egg against the lip of the bowl. I pulled the shell apart and the contents plopped into the bottom of the container. There was no Ostrich Chicken hiding inside or evil spirits. No smoke came swirling out or screaming banshees.
Instead there were two yellow yolks pathetically looking up at us like yellow eyes. One eye was broken when it fell into the bowl. Nothing scary there. We scrambled them up and had a side of bacon and toast. The Franken Egg is no more.