DON'TS!

Don't put eggs to boil on the stove and leave the room to become absorbed in another task, namely typing a blog post on the computer. As I'm typing away, I hear a pop sound. I'm home alone, and Diana is outside. What can be popping? Why an egg! The water was all boiled away, and one of the three eggs split open and popped right out of the pot, which was well burned on the bottom. I quickly removed the pot with the two eggs and put them under cold water.

Hurriedly, before Grandpère came home and decided to have me put away, I scoured the pot, removed the burned sections from two of the eggs, and ate them to destroy the evidence. They tasted good with only a slight smoky flavor to them, which was not at all unpleasant. The least charred egg, I put in the fridge to eat later. GP will probably discover the egg with its bit of blackened shell and ask me what happened, but, by then, time will have passed, and nothing terrible is likely to result when I tell him.