Tonight, for the first time in my life, I cracked and egg and out came not one, but two yolks! Yep, the infamous “double yolk.” This MUST mean something I said to myself so I have decided to write today about the folklore surrounding the “double yolk.”
Upon a peripheral review of the search results provided by Google, it seemed that there may be a correlation between pregnancy (and/or twins) and the double yolk. I read on looking for more. And I found too much.
“Eggs that have no yolk were considered to be very unlucky as they are traditionally believed to be laid by the cockerel, whilst an egg with a double-yolk was said to indicate an imminent death in the family. ” That sure isn’t what I was looking for, so I decided this site wasn’t for me.
The next search listing seemed interesting as well, but the story of “Twin Yolks & Twin Chooks” ended up being quite informative. This article explains the entire egg creation process, which I had never quite pondered, but now was thirsting for information.
Reading each of the FIVE regions which the egg passes through during creation was fascinating. I never really thought about “how” it formed or even how a hard calcium layer surrounds it – yet comes out of a chicken. I left much more educated, however nonetheless thrilled about my quest for the magic “luck” of the double yolk.
Turning to an Easter-themed site, I find: “The discovery of a double yolk within is cause for terror or celebration depending on which school of thought is followed — some say it presages a wedding, others a death. Once the egg is consumed, its shell must be broken up lest a witch use it to gain power over the person who ate from it. A witch might also make a boat from an intact shell, then set sail in it and wreck ships at sea. Discarded eggshells should never be burned because doing so will cause the hens to cease to lay.”
Okay, so maybe someone I know is getting married? What ever happened to evidence to support the pregnancy thing?
Over to an Angelfire hosted site provides more bad news: “a double yolk egg warns of an accident in your family.” Okay, now I’m concerned. I thought it was some kind of good luck thing, and here I am freaking because someone I know is going to get hurt or die? This is terrible.
The worst part.
I’m freaking. Why? Well, I’m sitting here on the computer trying my hand at what is called “Blogging.” It’s just the ramblings of some person crazy enough to post these random thoughts on the internet. We’ll – I’m one of them now. I want to do it, but I kinda wonder what people hear when they read what I write. It’s not just what I hear, but the reader may have a completely different perspective.
Aside from that, I am also freaking because of my surgery. You don’t know the details because you weren’t around a couple of weeks ago when I had it. Let’s just say it is now turning into a concern. Tomorrow I see the doctor. He’s a great guy, but he had an “emergency” on the day my surgery was scheduled. So his partner would do it. Well, his partner did it – but not like it was explained to me. After I’m in a robe, naked, on a table with an IV in me, he explains he thinks he’ll take a different approach – he doesn’t know what Dr. Kanter was talking about.
So he does it and did take a different approach. Now in addition to increased pain and not at all what I was expecting – plus a myriad of other conditions (hot flashes, sweats, chills, sudden cold symptoms) – make me a little nervous.
Because I just make a fried egg sandwich – you know the kind with mayonaisse and then dipped in ketchup! Yummm! But, when I cracked the egg into the pan, viola! double yolks.
So what’s gonna happen?
I don’t know.
NOTE: This was an email to a friend in Woodbridge, Connecticut in 2003. It was also my first “blog entry.”