Okay, so hindsight is 20/20. But when you're in a hurry to feed a hungry toddler a snack, you don't usually think things through all the way. I'm sharing so that if you're reading this, you don't make the same mistake I did.
(You're probably a lot smarter than me about cooking in general, and most likely you wouldn't do this. Let alone give a toddler a hard-boiled egg as a snack. I mean, who does that? They are more of a breakfast food. In this case, I hope you at least get a good chuckle out of reading this post.)
In my own defense, I was trying to get her to try new foods. Plus, we were running low on good toddler-esque, healthy snacks. So I figured, while she munches away at the last of the Cheerios on her tray, I'll stick an egg in some water in a microwave-safe container (see, I thought part of it through, right?) and in 10 minutes I'd have a hard-boiled egg.
WRONG. Five minutes into the 10 minutes I had set it for, it sounded like a gun went off in my kitchen. (And I know what guns sound like now when you shoot them. Check my Facebook profile if you didn't see me shooting guns in FL a few weeks ago.) My 15-year old GE Profile microwave oven shot open and out spewed the egg that it had exploded. Everywhere.
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To make it even more fun, the house then smelled like burnt eggs. Yum.
I thought maybe it had died from all the excitement, and that maybe I'd get a new microwave/oven combo out of the deal. But alas, I was wrong again. The light bulb blew during the explosion, but my handy husband will likely be able to fix it.
When I told Ben about the incident during the kids' bathtime, he asked: "So is that why the kitchen was all clean when I got home?"
You learn something new everyday, don't ya? I guess I should stick to microwaving Ivory soap instead of eggs. Much cleaner.