The first thing the psychic said to me was, “I can see that you are very in tune with psychic energies as well.” It was both bizarre and comforting when she said that because I’ve always felt as though I can feel the energies of certain people when they are not present. I usually chalk it up to remembrance or familiarity, but who knows? Maybe I am actually mildly psychic. My Grandma died two years ago, and when going through her belongings I found this set of egg coddlers. I had no idea what coddled eggs were, but I’m a sucker for cute dishware, and I love eggs, so I snatched up the set.
After reading the instructions, I learned that coddled eggs are essentially soft boiled eggs. Strangely, my Grandma used to make us soft boiled eggs all the time, but I never once saw her use an egg coddler. Either way, soft boiled eggs are something I majorly love, yet had completely forgotten about.
Last weekend, a strange feeling came over me. Something made me go to my prop closet and dig out the egg coddlers that had been sitting in there, untouched, for the last 2 years.
All egg coddling means is cracking an egg into a “coddler”, screwing on the cap, then boiling them in water for 6 minutes. Its pretty much the easiest way to get perfectly soft boiled eggs. Considering I buy my eggs in a flat of 5 dozen, you know that I’m an egg super fan.
As my coddlers boiled away, I couldn’t shake that feeling. The feeling that made me get the coddlers out in the first place. Was it Grandma popping in for a visit? Perhaps.
I’d like to think so.