The Future Is In Eggs
This morning, I packed myself a sort of odds-and-ends lunch – hard-boiled egg, apple, banana, and a box of raisins. And by “packed”, I mean “placed in a plastic bag”. When I got to work, I noticed that the egg (which I consider the crown jewel of this lunch) was gone. It probably rolled out of my bag when I set it down on the N train. Somewhere between and Ditmars Blvd and Coney Island is a very smelly N train car. Interestingly enough, the egg was of the organic cage-free variety. This gives new meaning to the concept of free-range eggs.
Also, when I took the banana out of the bag, the peel was rather brown. I swear when I grabbed it this morning, it was yellow with spots. Apparently, a 30-minute ride on the NYC subway can age a banana 3 days.
