I have had a manic day. Realised that I needed to bake something for tomorrow and that I wouldn't get a chance later.
Grabbed 10 minutes while ds was sleeping in the car. Fudge brownies.
Threw everything into a bowl. Chucked in the eggs without bothering to beat them first. Racing in and out to check ds hadn't woken up. Grabbed a spoon to mix it all up and throw it in the oven.
As my spoon hit the eggs, just a fraction of a second too late, I saw a streak of red blood in the yolk.
Bleurrrgh bleh bleh yeeeeeewq eugh yuk yeugh yack bleurghhhhhh.
Yarrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhh.
So now I have a pretty cupcake bunting tin of the most delicious looking damp, dark brownies. And I can't even taste them because THERE MIGHT BE CHICKEN EGG BLOOD IN THE BIT I EAT.
Eugh.