For a while now, MFH (My Favorite Husband) and I have been concerned that Peter, my amorous, testosterone driven Rooster, was “shooting blanks.”

We have been very careful about cracking each and every egg into a separate dish before using to watch for anything that may not be edible.  We have not found anything to suggest that all of Peter’s efforts have been “fruitful.”  That is until I was making dinner tonight.

Tonight’s dinner was hash-browns and scrambled eggs.

I got the potatoes going.  I love making hash-browns because I love playing with my food processor.  At the push of a button, ta-dah!  shredded potatoes!  That is so cool!!!

As the potatoes were doing their thing, I started cracking the eggs…into that separate dish I mentioned before.  One, perfect, two, perfect…6, “What is the world is that!?!”

I guess Peter is getting the hang of this!  That egg had been making an effort into not being just an egg anymore.   YUCK!  It went into the trash.

That HAS to be the ickiest thing I have ever seen.  Ugh.  Wow.  Holy cow.

Dinner was great, though!