Can you eat a frozen egg?

Thursday morning, 6 am. A got up and took a shower, while I slowly rolled out of my super warm and cosy bed and ever so slowly made my way into the way too chilly kitchen. I put some water in a kettle. When it overflowed, I turned it off and put the kettle on the stove to heat it up. I stood there for a while, watching the kettle, waiting for it’s annoying high peep to go off, just so I could pour two cups of steaming hot green tea. I then ever so slowly made my way to our kitchen table and set down two hot cups of tea, while A was getting dressed. He then – in his annoyingly good morning mood – came into the kitchen singing a – even more – annoying song while cutting himself a couple of slices of bread. And yes, A is a real morning person, me – not so much. As usual, A then reached for the fridge door and opened it and then – all of a sudden – he stopped humming and glared at me. I looked at him in a quizzical manner and he then said, “it’s not cool in here.” I then smiled at him, told him, “As far as I am concerned it’s pretty cool here.” A shook his head and said, “No, it’s warm in the fridge.” I got up, reached into the fridge and noticed, that indeed he was right.

I made my way to our instructions-manuals and looked through them until I found the right one while A pulled out the fridge and observed the back of the fridge. I then read through the Norwegian manual of the fridge and the only thing I knew for sure was, that it didn’t work. Everything else was more jibber jabber than anything else (Norwegian classes are going great btw…). Meanwhile A pulled out everything from the fridge you could possibly imagine. Eggs, fruits, leftover food, veggies, cheese, butter… everything (which thinking back wasn’t that much anyway). Thankfully we have a second (from the 60ies) fridge right next to our regular fridge. Our landlord told us that it wasn’t working but silly us, we of course tried et voila it was working juuuust fine, what we didn’t know, it wasn’t really a fridge but more later. We then plugged the cord from our not working fridge and decided to let it defrost.

Later that day, when I come home from class I plugged in the fridge and transferred everything from the 60ies fridge into the newer fridge. Only then did I realize that all of our stuff was frozen… Fruits, veggies, cheese, leftovers and yes, of course the eggs too. Some of them burst, some got tossed, some were kept. I cleaned up the mess and made a mental note to tell A about it. However that night A surprised me with my new htc phone and all I could think about was playing with it. I downloaded a bunch of apps, organized my home screens, played around with all kinds of settings and what not. Eggs were definitely not on my mind that night.

Friday morning, 6 am. A got up and took a shower, while I slowly rolled out of my super warm and cosy bed and ever so slowly made my way into the way too chilly kitchen. I put some water in a kettle. When it overflowed, I turned it off and put the kettle on the stove to heat it up. I stood there for a while, watching the kettle, waiting for it’s annoying high peep to go off, just so I could pour two cups of steaming hot green tea. I then ever so slowly made my way to our kitchen table and set down two hot cups of tea, while A was getting dressed. He then walked in the kitchen smiled at me and we talked about the funny incidents of the morning before, he then reached opened the fridge and reached for some eggs. It was Friday after all, he might as well spoil himself. He got a pan, heated some butter and cracked an egg. Only then did he realize, that the eggs were (still) frozen. I then remembered last night…

Needless to say that this morning eggs were not on the breakfast menu but at least we got a good story out of it.