Frozen Eggs

Two eggs huddled together in the back of the refrigerator neither one able to keep the other warm. Each was cracked, but not leaking, and there they sat all day and then overnight. Saturday morning their discovery prompted rescue. Knowing they were still fresh enough for breakfast, I decided on a meal of eggs.

I was somewhat surprised when the first egg slipped out of its shell and into the pan a gelatinous frozen ball. The second egg, a bit more reluctant to leave its protective coating behind, did not slide out its shell and into the pan beside its refrigerator-mate. I found myself instead peeling a frozen egg in much the same manner as I would one hard boiled.

Frozen eggs? Should I cook them? Should I toss them in the trash? I decided if it was okay to freeze chicken, it was probably okay to freeze their offspring. My frozen eggs slowly began to thaw out in the hot pan. I sprinkled them with salt and pepper.

I poked them with my little rubber spatula and scrambled them up into a tasty little breakfast. Don't they look nice?