When I got to eggs, I went to get the eggbeaters out of the fridge and measured it out. I looked at the result in the measuring cup and noticed red and green spots. I checked the carton and sure enough it was Southwestern style. Mr BC had helped with the shopping and put it in the basket. I panicked when I saw it, and checked the fridge for regular eggbeaters. I only use real eggs for company cooking or holiday cooking. None to be found.
It was late afternoon and I was already dressed in my comfy jammie pants so I was not going to go out to get some eggs and everything was already in the bowl, I just dumped the eggs in the bowl and mixed it in. I am not one for admitting my errors so throwing caution to the wind, I just baked it and hoped for the best. If it was awful, then I would throw it out.
I sliced into it to taste. It clearly was spicy but not awful, I liked it, it reminded me of a pfferneuse cookie. I left it on the counter and only told how I made it after they had eaten it. There were interesting comments after it was discovered, however, it must have been tasty, because look how much was left this morning!