This not about a recipe or a trick; it’s a tale about transporting eggs to someone’s house. A mother and her eight year old daughter we’re asked to take eggs to an aunt’s house. The lady did not have a small basket, bag or small container, so her daughter decided to put some of the eggs in her pant pockets and carry the rest in her hands. The lady lived about five or six miles from her sister Leena’s house. It was on the other side of Tott’s Hill. They decided to go over the hill because it was a shortcut. As they approached the hill, they took a five minute rest.

Both Mother and child made it up the hill in about ten minutes without a problem. The Mother told her daughter to watch where she was stepping on the road. There were many holes, little rocks and pebbles and odd small items on the ground. In as little as two feet from the top of the hill, the girl trip on something, fell to her side, rolled a few feet from her mother and stayed in position with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Her Mother very carefully walked to her side and picked her up. The child had a few scraps and bruises but was essentially fine. However, the eggs did not survive the fall. The egg whites and yolks were dripping all over the child and also made a nice puddle around the girl’s feet. A few egg shells were scattered on the ground but were mostly plastered on the child. Some of the busted eggs even made a gooey runny stream down the slope.

The child never again carried eggs to anyone’s home after the fall. She also decided that something as fragile as eggs needed to be carried in a bag, a carton, a basket, or some type of container other then her arms and inside pockets. The thought of carrying eggs and walking up and down hills was a bad combination.