Rotten eggs!

This morning I made oatmeal porridge and boiled eggs for breakfast. We eat this fairly often, and everyone likes their eggs soft boiled. They’re always freshly purchased, because we go through them so fast.

I didn’t get much sleep last night; the boys didn’t sleep well, my mind wouldn’t shut down as it always does, and I was still a bit out of sorts when I sat down to breakfast. I also had not blown my nose yet - which is something you have to do every morning when you wake up in Cairo - so my sense of smell was impeded. I therefore didn’t detect it immediately: I had a bite of egg, and then I quickly had another big bite, with runny yolk and all, but as it went down my throat I realized that it was rotten. I’ve actually never had rotten egg before, although I’ve tasted rotten meat, but there was no question about it: I had just swallowed a big bite of rotten, raw, Egyptian egg yolk.

Courtney suggested I have a shot of alcohol, such as vodka, but if you’ve ever tried to chase a rotten egg with a shot of vodka at 9 am, you might agree that it sounds easier than it is. As is making yourself throw up. I made a few attempts, but the egg had reached my stomach to stay. I had some water and said a quiet prayer. I’ve been feeling queasy all morning, but that could just be psychosomatic, or my lack of sleep. I’ll keep you posted.