For our Sunday morning breakfast, I made cinnamon rolls. I called the family out to breakfast. Daniel decided he also wanted some eggs, so he pulled out our microwave egg poacher.
The previous day, I had discovered that some of the eggs in the outside fridge had frozen. Hoping to salvage them, I had brought them into the inside fridge and was waiting to see what happened after they thawed. Daniel informed me that the eggs had thawed sufficiently to use. I distractedly acknowledged his discovery.
After eating in the living room with Scott, I returned with the dishes to the kitchen. Daniel was standing in front of the microwave putting the eggs in for a second time.
“The one egg was still wet. Probably because it was isolated.”
“Isolated,” I thought, ” of course both eggs are isolate in the poacher… Oh! Ice-o-lated because the eggs had frozen!”