Oooh -- I did that for a while, but have gotten out of the habit of sliced bread. So delicious! And I think there's something about the butter getting more into the bread in the pan vs out of the toaster. Also the browning, yeah.
Kaylee ,'Shindig'
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Egg on a raft!
I don't have any bread that's really good for that, but I do like egg on a raft.
I think I will take the dog for a brisk walk, looks like it's going to be hot today. And then I'll have breakfast and dive into my many things I need to do: laundry, paperwork, filing, maybe move another bookshelf into the house.
My mom always called them Barney Google Eyes.
Dinosaur nests!
I was going to be fairl productive today but then I did that thing where you fall asleep early on the couch and wake up at 4:30am, lights ablaze, turn them off and go to bed upstairs and then don't get up until 11.
So.
See, this is why I don't know what to call it. I don't have a family name for it because I didn't eat eggs growing up. I'll ask my dad if he has a name for it, but I suspect he will not.
Last week I succumbed to the desire to buy a loaf of sliced bread so now I have to eat it all up before it gets moldy. Ooh, maybe grilled cheese for lunch...
Laps have been swum (more or less, I lost track of exactly how many I did (my goal is 8, you'd think I could manage to count that many! But no) but I was in the pool for half an hour so I think I did at least as many as I meant to and if I did extra that is fine) and groceries made. Looks like laundry and dishes for the rest of the day, with occasional breaks for walking the dog, drinking tea, etc.
My mom called them eggs in a basket.
The naming lends itself to the twist of the family, I do believe.
We called brussel sprouts shrunken heads, and for reasons of parental lore, pimentos were lizard tongues.
-t, there is something about swim counting that is annoyingly difficult. I use a lap counter, but I know a woman at the pool who uses something on her finger. She moves it around from pinky to thumb to count laps (starts at the pinky for lap one then slides it to her ring finger on the second lap).
I now want egg in a hole.
Hm, I like the idea of a physical thing to move around. I'll have to think about what might work for me.
I have a math degree, I should be able to figure out how to count to 8.
Ok, laundry time.
She uses nose plugs that pinch. Treats it like a ring.