Incredible Edible Me

Tonight, as it often happens, I ran after the T with a big backpack jostling down my back. I had to run about a block on the rough Brookline terrain, and- because I run faster than the speed of light/trolley train- just managed to catch it in time. Only to remember that I had just gone grocery shopping. I had two packages of frozen edamames and 1 bag of frozen spinach in my backpack. And a carton of eggs. All that pounding against the pavement and banging against the frozen vegetables did a number on my joints. I couldn't imagine what happened to the eggs inside my bag. But- sit down for this one folks, grab your handkerchief and brace yourselves for an early Christmas miracle- not a single egg was harmed in the making of this story. Not even the slightest crack. Those little eggs are cool, collected, and sitting pretty in my fridge, each with smooth little cheeks. I am writing congratulatory letters to my congresschickens as we speak.