Last night I had a bachleorette evening at home while HJ went to the Louise Bourgeois opening at the Guggenheim. I planned to make butterscotch pudding then watch the rest of Knocked Up, which I'd started the night before (and loved!).
My delicious and incredibly decadent butterscotch pudding recipe calls for four egg yolks. When I cracked my fourth egg, I was annoyed to see I'd somehow already broken the yolk. Upon closer inspection, however, I realized there were TWO YOLKS in the fourth egg. Now, I'm not a particularly superstitious person, but I will say I've never cracked open one of these before. Supposedly double-yolkers are 1 in 1000, so this may be the only one I ever see in my lifetime (unless I suddenly start eating a lot more eggs).
Oh my God, could I be carrying twins? When I told my mom both HJ and I were feeling we might have a boy, she said, "I think it's a boy... AND a girl!"
What a great story that would be.
