End of Month Egg on Toast Extravaganza: Hallowe'en Edition.  Add/Read Comments

You know this is spooky. I was just reading the other day - in the New Scientist I think - about science failing to explain the appearance of those 'figures' in random objects. You know what I mean - Elvis in a crumpled tea towel, an obscure 17th century saint in a Weight Watchers lasagna, Tony Hancock in the patten on the wallpaper or Buddha in a little pile of hardened clay sitting on top of some maiden aunts sideboard. It's odd too how many of these apperitions appear in food. Elvis (why is it always Elvis and not the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, say?) in tea leaves, Mother Theresa in a week old Chapati or Princess Di in a dropped Cornetto outside Fenchurch Street Tube Station etc etc. And its odd, seeing how much food I eat and how susceptible I am to such ghostly happenings that it has never, ever happened to me.

Despite concentrating really, really hard (which for me, as those who know will testify, is a miracle in itself) I couldn't get an image of Nosferatu to appear burnt into my toast. I even left a pool of wine to dry in a saucer overnight but it failed to gel into a ghostly image. In the morning it reminded all who gazed upon it as just a smear of dried wine in cracked saucer, despite angling it 'just so' to the light. I thought for a moment that it looked liked fluffy clouds but that was just me loosing concentration. I then tried crumpling up a tea-towel, but it ended up looking too much like a Buddha to be scary.

I finally attempted to arrange the scrambled eggs, toast and black pudding in the shape of a face. But even this just resulted in a bloody Elvis face.

So I was a bit stuck for a ghostly-type entry for the latest End Of Month Egg on Toast Extravaganza. In the end I just cut the toast to look like Nosferatu's hand. By the time I had finished, the eggs had gone cold. Which was funny because, held at a certain angle with the light from a certain direction, they resembled the cast of Lost. Spooky.