This article, I will freely admit, is a little bit out there. But please don’t let that stop you from reading!
The title does not reflect a book written in 1945 because well, I have never read it. That doesn’t mean I have "egg on my face" either.
The title does not reflect a restaurant in Minneapolis or any other restaurant of that name. I found so many that it would be a "hard egg to break" with just one article.
The title is merely a statement that I had a ‘moment’ with an egg this week.
A side note before I begin in earnest, please. Before writing, I usually look to see if I have written on the subject before. You’ll never guess. This is the sixth time I have written about eggs in this venue. Does that make me an "eggbeater"? Maybe not but something weird is going on.
I am now getting to the point, and I thank you for your patience.