I hate overcooked eggs.
Thinking about doing a cocktail tonight that involves raw egg whites.
ETA: Maybe This one or this one.
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I hate overcooked eggs.
Thinking about doing a cocktail tonight that involves raw egg whites.
ETA: Maybe This one or this one.
All this talk of eggs is making me want a Dutch baby.
Holy cow. I was unfamiliar with a Dutch baby until a few weeks ago when we went to brunch with some friends at a place that specializes in them. They are magnificent to behold. (I had a seafood crepe, as I was in the first throes of not craving sugar. But had I been wanting a sweet breakfast, that Dutch baby would have been in mah belly.)
You would think that this discussion would have reminded me to have breakfast, right? Apparently not. Oh well, early lunch will be fine.
Now I want a dutch baby SO BAD.
Talk to your brother, Scrappy?
Hee.
Steph, at OPH, go for the apple variation and split it with someone.
THEY ARE *HUGE*.
THEY ARE *HUGE*.
Oh yeah, I was agog when they were brought to the table.
The Boy got the apple one, and it looked incredible.
NSM, hardboiled eggs suspended in aspic.
Oh, gross, aspic is Just Fucking Wrong.
Over easy, cooked in bacon grease, on a pile of crispy hash browns = My Egg Stance
ION, I slept last night for about 9 hours!! Which means I just woke up, but hey. I don't care! I took 2 valerien supplements, a cal-mag, 2 benadryl and a vodka tonic, and it took me two going to bed attempts over two hours, but SLEEP!
Methinks Ambien is still the simpler choice for most nights, though. I am still going to be taking the cal/mag, and adding yoga/exercise/sunshine to my routine. We shall see.
I thought eggs in a basket was eggs and toast. I used to hate eggs...about boiled ones, I still am as ita, but I enjoy them now, more with stuff in them than not. Ham and cheese, especially. I'm not sure if I have yolk opinions. Argh...another Kos journal on the Perils of New(ish) Masculinity...DO NOT WANT. And I even like this guy and believe he is a decent husband and father(which I really do value, despite my sated feelings on this subject.Good dads rule.) But he's written along and all I can hear is Chris Rock's voice in my head saying "You want a cookie? You're *supposed* to take care of your kids." Because seriously, how much attention for every day life does one man need? Every time he comments that he backs up his wife(Really, yay!) or does something gross for his kiddos, a platoon of admiring feminists tells him he's a sweet guy(I have too, though I wish I hadn't...it totally created a monster) but this is still not enough. When women do it, that shit is totally boring, but guys get points for everything they do. No "unsung heroes" with a dick..if nobody "sings" them, they just do it. We created "Shekos" to talk about women...and still our allies take up too much space. with friends like those...