There were two eggs left in the carton. Enough to make a decent half-batch of Spam fried rice for the girls. Until, of course, I cracked one of the eggs directly into the sink. I looked at the bright yolk set against the stainless steel of the sink. In all its sunniness, it seemed to be mocking me. I briefly considered retrieving it. Instead I called it a bastard and turned on the water until it slipped down into the disposal.
Spam fried rice with just one egg is okay. I guess.