I talked to my mother Betty today. I talk to my mother most days. Like many 80 year olds, Betty likes to spend her spare time lurking people on Facebook, mixing drinks and randomly jabbing her finger at her iPad in an attempt to get it to do what she wants. This is intermixed with swearing at it of course.
The odd time, all of the stars line up and this behaviour results in her accidentally sending an expletive filled instant message to a friend of a friend on Facebook because her random finger jabbing hit the Facebook, Siri and iMessage buttons in succession. There's a man named David in Winnipeg who to this day can't figure out why some older woman in Ontario messaged him to call him a "Stupid, stupid miserable thing who'll never do what she wants.".
Twice I've got calls from her whispering into the receiver that her iPad was typing out every SINGLE thing that she said.
She once to fell asleep on her iPad and managed to not only open up the Facetime app, but also accidentally send several pictures of herself sleeping, gape mouthed and drooling all over her pillow to my Uncle.
So.
During this particular phone call I mentioned I was about to start writing a post about how to tell whether your eggs were fresh or not. This led to a very vocal explanation about how everyone knows how to do that already and why didn't I spend more time writing about fashion?
Mainly it's because no matter how hard I try I cannot get my chickens in any way interested in Stella McCartney. They find her derivative.
So was Betty right? DOES everyone know how to tell if the eggs in your fridge are fresh or not? Betty thought she knew, but as it turns out she had it all backwards.
An egg that's fresh will sink in a glass of water. IF it's really fresh it will lay on its side like the one in my photo. That particular egg was laid about half an hour before the photo was taken.
The reason fresh eggs sinks is because a freshly laid egg consists entirely of shell, egg yolk and egg white. There's only a minuscule air pocket in it.
As time passes, air makes it's way through the tiny, microscopic pores in the eggshell, trapping air inside with the egg. This forms a large pocket of air at the larger, rounder end of the egg. This air pocket makes the egg float in water.
Like an egg life vest.
If there's only a little air in there, the egg will still be on the bottom of the water filled glass, but the rounded end will be pointing up. The egg is still good, it just isn't as fresh as one that lays horizontally on the bottom.
Just because an egg floats doesn't necessarily mean the egg has gone rotten. In fact, you might crack it open and it'll seem perfectly fine. It might even wink at you. But floater eggs will have had a greater chance for bacteria and gucky things to grow in them which if you eat them, will then grow in you. Guck growing in you generally makes you sick so it's best to avoid eating floater eggs. I can't believe I had to explain to you that you shouldn't eat a bacteria filled egg. What is with you people?
It's an easy test that you can do whether you buy your eggs at the store or have your own chickens.
To make it easier for you (and Betty) to remember I've written this handy poem.
You can print that out if you like. People have found it also makes a touching toast at a wedding if you hit the right tone.
Now if you'll excuse me the chickens and I still have half of the September issue of Vogue to get through and I need to write an apology email to a 12 year old in New Brunswick who accidentally saw my mother in the bathtub due to a mishap with Skype.
Figured you'd appreciate this, Chicken Shaming.
Yeah, I could hang a few signs off the necks of mine lately! ~ karen
Why hasn't Betty chimed in? Is she still trying to figure out how to comment?
Thanks for the info...and the chance to laugh at Betty again..lol..
Well all that sinking or floating is true, but being a retired caterer I can tell you for sure, older eggs peel much easier than fresh eggs........you are welcome :)
Meh...I'm on the downslide toward 60. My eggs really ain't so fresh any more. :)
Thank goodness we have not progressed to the men in the TV seeing her. However, I did have to remove the motion detector lights I installed in her bedroom, hallway and bathroom that would go on when she got up in the middle of the night because she was certain someone was watching her - or why would the lights go on only when she moved?
We have had the discussion about the remove where I say "POINT IT AT THE TV, MOM" her response being, "Point what at the TV?" Then I say, "What do you have in your hand?" She says, "I don't know. What DO I have in my hand?"
She is perfectly calm, while I am losing my mind.
My friend was the same. "...point it at the TV, Miss Rita." She insisted she was, but oh what a time until I figured out what was happening. This has been fun to read. My friend died 12 years ago at age 94 and I still miss her. She called me her adopted daughter. "Point the top of it at the TV!!"
If she called you her "adopted daughter" then you must be a wonderful person! Bless you.
Thank goodness. I thought this was a test for MY eggs. I was afraid I would have to climb into a deep pool and watch my ass float up to the top as my eggs are long expired.
Jody that was so fun to read!
You are too funny Jody!! Love how you painted that picture....
OMG that was poetry? Love ya honey, but don't quit yer day job 'k?
Gaahhh!! where were you a fortnight ago???? I knew there was something about eggs/air/floating but thought it was that they start out with an air pocket when they're good then the air disappears as they age...needless to say I lost two days being ill from eating a floater! Lesson learnt people.
omg, really?? Eep. ~ karen!
Oh, Karen, this was definitely a laugh-out-loud post! And I can't believe that Rhodes chickens aren't more excited about fashion, even if you never dress them up. And why DON'T you dress them up???
Believe it or not, I did not type "Rhodes chickens"; I typed "YOUR chickens" and my stupid Kindle autocorrected it!
I thought you figured my chickens were Rhode Island Reds for some reason, lol. ~ karen!
Karen, I was expecting a let down after the naughty bits post the other day, but you came through. The poem - I love it! Who is that on the counter with your artfully arranged basket of eggs?
That would be Baby Mouse. Who is a bit of a killer. Not to be trusted near anyone's eyeballs. ~ karen!