Tomorrow night some friends are coming over for dinner. After making a list of the things I will need, I went shopping yesterday afternoon. I’ve decided I’m going to make a pie for dessert. Why on earth I decided to make a pie when baking isn’t really my forte is another story entirely. Anyhow, other than just a few things, I had most of the ingredients at home already. One that I didn’t have was an egg. An egg wash is used over the top of the pie to brown up the crust and also as a glue to adhere the sugar and sea salt on the top. I only need one.
Now eggs are not something I keep in the house. I don’t eat eggs and rarely cook with them. Buying eggs for a recipe is always a bit of an irritant for me. Buying one is not an option so inevitably, I’m stuck with extras. As much as I try to plan other meals that have egg, I’m not really a fan, and in the end the remaining eggs go to waste.
Luckily the grocery stores sell eggs in half-dozen cartons in addition to the full dozen packs. On this week’s shopping trip, I picked out one of these half-dozens and put it in my cart. At the time, I didn’t notice the store employee nearby so was surprised to hear, “It’s better to buy the full dozen.”
I looked around not knowing if that was directed at me or someone else. The store worker was stocking shelves nearby. “Excuse me?” I asked.
“You should buy the full dozen. It’s cheaper,” he answered back.
“Oh, well, not really. I only need one, so this one is fine,” I said pointing to my half carton.
“But it’s cheaper,” he continued. “If you buy the full carton they’re only about $0.20 an egg, that one is about $0.25 an egg.”
“I understand. But I don’t even like eggs, so buying twelve is lost on me. Eleven of them would go bad and get thrown away,” trying to laugh him off.
His response was quite adamant, “Then you should give them to your neighbors, to your friends.” I’m not quite sure where he thought he was, but in my neighborhood we’re lucky if we wave at each other. I don’t live in a community where we pass out eggs.
I could see this was going nowhere and I would be going nowhere unless I agreed to the dozen carton. So finally I nodded in surrender, “You talked me into it,” exchanged the half for the full, added it to my cart, and nodded as I walked on.
I continued my shopping, the whole time thinking, “I am not buying a dozen eggs!” And after I finished gathering the last of what I needed, I backtracked to the end of the egg aisle and looked around for the egg police. The coast was clear so I switched back to the half-dozen in my cart and jogged off to check out, trying not to look back for fear of being caught.
I’ll make my pie with one egg tomorrow and will have five left over. Anyone need some eggs?