Yesterday morning I woke up and went for a nice 8k run outside along the park connector. It was pitch black outside with just the faintest drizzle which is the best it can get for Singapore running. I'm really appreciating my new fuel belt which allows me to carry water with me on the run so I don't nearly collapse with dehydration at the end.
After I cooled off in the shower I decided I wanted to make some eggs for breakfast. One of my favourite (and super quick) breakfasts is an egg burrito. I chop up a few veggies (onion, green pepper) and toss them into a frying pan. Once they've softened I add one egg and one egg white, scramble and serve on a warm tortilla with some cheese and salsa or ketchup (depending on my mood). If I have some ham in the house I'll add a slice of that too.
Once I had my onions softening I went to grab the eggs. I grabbed the first egg and cracked it on the frying pan. As I was doing this I thought to myself "hmmm...this shell is really thin..." what happened next was one of the most traumatizing experiences of my life.
I had cracked a black, rotten, bacteria filled egg. I don't know if anyone else has experienced this, but the entire yolk was black and the egg ran out of the shell like milk - thin. At first, I was immediately disgusted with the sight before me - I was beginning to think this was some sort of fertilized egg that had some embryo inside of it and it was sizzling in my pan! But that became the least of my worries because the smell that wafted out of that pan was unbelievable.
I have no idea how to describe it. I've smelled a rotten egg before but this was worse, way worse. It was like a combination of rotten egg, diarrhea, and anything else disgusting I can think of. Afterwards I was reminded of the scene in "Slumdog Millionaire" when the boy jumps into a mountain of 3rd world fecal matter.
As I grabbed the pan to scrape the egg out, dispose of the garbage, scrub the pan, and disinfect everything in sight, my husband was in the bathroom puking. Hmmm...don't know if this guy can handle being out of the office :). The smell didn't go away, it was everywhere. I grabbed my Clorox wipes and wiped everything, I scrubbed my hands, all the while dry-heaving like a cat with a hairball. At this point I just needed to get outside and breath some fresh air. I ran out to our balcony and inhaled gulps of city-air, which at the time I considered beautiful. That was when I looked down and realized I was still in my underwear.....
My brother-in-law came to Singapore a few years back and insisted on having the Fish Head Curry. This curry really didn't agree with him and he was sick and nauseated just by the smell. Afterwards he said that that fish "haunted him" - I feel exactly the same way about that egg. I was physically sick all day. The smell will haunt me forever and make me constantly fear cracking an egg. My husband and I both agreed that if it ever happens again the rule will be to immediately chuck the frying pan down the garbage chute.
Just another day in Asia, I suppose.