First of all, I go into the kitchen to take eggs out of the refrigerator when I wake up. This is my morning routine. Just two eggs which are to be topped with over my husband's and my bowls of rice. I put them onto a plate and then go brushing my teeth and washing my face. Fresh eggs just out of the fridge do not taste good. I always let them to room temperature since I heard that I could make a more fluffy omelet with them. Eggs sound more solid and heavier like ice if they are cold. The eggs became quiet on the white plate soon after making some mutual bounces with dull noises. Eating bread would be a help for me in the morning, but my husband complains that nothing other than rice is satisfying enough as a meal. I assumed that there would be an end to my patience at most in a year because he said when we got married that he would change his meal to bread when we had a baby. I did not expect that I had to set the electric rice cooker every morning for 5 years. Breaking the eggs over the table is one of my jobs. They are warmer than were just out of the fridge, but still colder than the little bowl. (snip) Giving it more stirs than usual, adding some soy sauce, then I let a little sound out, "Oh!" upon breaking my one.
