Fried Egg: Dark Fantasy

The scorching heat rising from the pan made Adelaide flinch away from it, but she knew she had to make the eggs for her surprise visitor. She looked out the window again and flinched to see the hag sitting on the rock beside her house, her monstrous house that had thick chicken legs. The witch was picking her teeth with a finger bone from a baby, and she dandled Adelaide's own sweet Ricky on her knee. Adelaide lifted the two large eggs from the table. "Cook me my eggs," the witch had said, "and I will spare your boy. Because I got me a craving for fried egg, and though my house don't have much in the way of maternal instincts--"

Inspiration: I was thinking of deserts.
Story Potential: Medium only. I don't think this would result in a very good story.
Notes: So Baba Yaga eats the child, or something. Adelaide saves one of the house's eggs, by some ruse, and grows her own house. Then--something. Dark Fantasy. This is really weird, and I don't think it would work.