I Might Have Killed My Husband

I'm taking a little break from "fresh" eggs, 'cause the ones lately have been anything but.

This morning I arose at 5:00am to make coffee, blueberry muffins, sausage and an omelet for my husband before he left for the farm. Not wanting another episode like the one before, I tried to remember how to check (without cracking it) if an egg is rotten. I vaguely remembered something about putting them in a pan of cold water, but I couldn't remember if the bad eggs floated or sunk. So I put 5 eggs in; 3 floated and 2 sunk to the bottom. Because there were 3 floating, I thought "surely we don't have more bad eggs than good ones... the floaters must be the good ones."

I cracked the floaters and omeletted them up. Each one I cracked had something slightly off to it (not the smell, but just a certain "something"). Trying to justify the fact that I'd thrown the sinkers away, I attributed the "something" to the fact that REAL chickens laid them instead of the "fake" chickens in the factories, and, after all "this is what REAL eggs look like." My husband ate them up and liked them.

Just now I googled it and, "Fresh eggs will sink to the bottom of the bowl and lie on their sides. Eggs that float at the surface are bad and should not be consumed." (Never mind the fact I've made hard-boiled eggs a million times and never saw them float before... it was early in the morning!)

I don't think I'll warn him just yet...