Cake is the perfect egg-delivery mechanism, as it requires them, and yet there is no hint of the actual taste of the eggs.
My feelings about eggs exactly. I can do hard-boiled eggs. It's the wiggly stuff that gets to me. No scrambled eggs. No soft-boiled eggs. I can occasionally eat a fried egg, but they have to be extra crispy and there has to be bacon and toast around to cut the taste. I can eat omelettes that are full of other stuff, as long as they're really, really done.
When I was a reporter, I had to cover a lot of breakfast meetings. At breakfast meetings, they just plop a standard plate in front of you, and I would have to take notes while gagging at the congealing underdone scrambled eggs in front of me.
Why did I think Ardman was doing a computer animated movie, and that this was it?
I'm thinking I've heard they're doing something, too, but I can't remember what...the rat movie? Ratatouille?
I still have no food and DH has gone to bed feeling ill. So going out to dinner isn't happening.
If I can put off grocery shopping until Sunday, I can go get Dim Sum before. Which seemed like the smart move earlier, but nsm right now.
(eta: Found a can of tomato soup! I eat!)
I was thinking of the wrong Dr. Cox.
The one that looks like JZ.
Imagine my surprise, Cindy.
I have finally learned out to make egg salad. I count it as one of the achievements I'd be willing to put on a tombstone, because, lo, egg salad is as an avatar of the Divine, a brief manifestation of all that is good in the Universe, and a blessing to all who partake of it.
And everyone who doesn't like it means I can bogart the bowl for myself.
TypoBoy's perfect egg is my perfect egg. It's lovely.
We have pie too! Now that we are done with our yummy dinner, we may even have some.
I was thinking of the wrong Dr. Cox. The one that looks like JZ. Imagine my surprise, Cindy.
Hee! That puts a whole new face on things.
You know what? I think there's something wrong when this: [link] is my default LJ icon. But seriously, this is where I am mentally these days.
Would you like to come have pie with us, Katie?
Ugh, Brenda. I hope the work stuff gets better.
