Last One There's a Rotten Egg.

On Thursdays, my dad works in Bellingham. Ben and I are at the office alone. On Thursdays, Ben and I usually try to bring some delicious food for lunch. (On regular days my dad treats us to lunch as a bonus for working there - we often get yummy food from the local family run restaurant, or sandwiches from the little man down the street. On days we really feel like eating, we may have Fried Rice from the local Teriyaki shop or maybe even venture out to try a new bakery or something of the like. Starting around 10:30 am Ben starts asking what we all want to eat for lunch that day and won't give up until something is decided. I always tell him he is obsessed, but I do have to thank him for making sure that we pick somewhere good... otherwise we may revert to the old staple of Taco Bell - which we ate everyday for a few months straight and definitely gained a pound or FIVE!) Anyway... while all of that was a good side note... it is not my story.

On Thursdays, Ben and I usually try to bring some delicious food for lunch to save money. Today, I brought in all the necessary items for blueberry muffins. YUMMY! I got my travel cereal bowl (with built in cooler to keep the milk cold), and measured out 3/4 a cup of milk. I grabbed one individual sized apple sauce (we try to make them a little healthier by skipping the oil.) I found a small bag and carefully packed two eggs and loaded all the ingredients into the car. Now, mind you, we have a full kitchen in the office and we have made muffins there before, so we already had a muffin tin and muffin papers- a necessity for any office of course.

When I got to work, I showed the lunch items to Ben and we were both excited for lunch hour to roll around. Right about noon-ish, I was meeting with a client and I hear Ben clanking around in the kitchen. Hooray, the muffins would be done soon. I got done with the client and Ben says as he walks by my office... "did you bring those eggs or were they already in the fridge?"
ME: "I brought them in that little bag."
BEN: "what little bag? I used the ones in the carton that have probably been in the fridge since May."
ME: "OH DEAR!!!" Our perfect muffins...

We convene in the kitchen to determine if the lunch was salvageable. We smell the shells... they seem fine. We taste a little of the batter (well, I had a small lick, but was informed that Ben had stolen a few more "tastes" as he was preparing the meal)... the batter seems fine. What do we do?

US: Dear Google, How do you know if an egg is rotten?
GOOGLE: You put it in water. If it sinks and lays on its side... good egg. If it sinks, but stands on end... getting old. If it floats... bad egg.

We had one egg left from the VERY OLD container and decided to see. One cup of water + one science experiment = one rotten egg!!! We started freaking out. I had just eaten a taste of rotten egg and Ben had a lot of rotten egg. Suddenly our stomachs were hurting a little!!! (ok, so that was in our heads, but that is how hypochondriacs work). We spent a few seconds deciding if cooking the rotten eggs in the mufins would void the rotten-ness and then decided to send Ben out for new supplies. (after all, there were two perfectly good eggs still left in the fridge that he should have used, but didn't!)

Long story short... we got new ingredients, made the office smell like Betty Crocker blueberry muffins and stuffed our faces with our delicious lunch. After all was said and done, we learned a few lessons. 1 - rotten eggs float. 2 - a tiny bit of "rotten" doesn't kill you. and 3 - we really should clean out the office fridge a little more frequently!