Cracking open a rotten egg while you’re preparing pumpkin pie.
Cracking open a second rotten egg and almost forgetting to check it in a clear drinking glass before dropping it in the pie mixture.
Thankfully, these are actually the first two rotten eggs we’ve ever had here in Dhaka. We get a lot of fecal matter, stray feathers and the like, but not black yolks or congealed albumen. Strangely, these eggs from the commissary, which supposedly gets extra nice eggs, and charges us a bit extra for the freshness and quality.
And, no pics, sorry. I was so grossed out that they instantly went out of the house. Maybe next time. 😉