An “eggstra” special egg..

As the proud, if slightly impoverished, owners of a sizeable backyard flock of chickens, we have a lot of eggs. Many. Mucho. Pleeenty. A veritable plethora of poultry product.

(My five year old is working on alliteration in school, can you tell?)

The easiest way for me to deal with all these eggs is to hard cook them then either snack on them plain, devilled, or pickled. I hadn’t had pickled eggs until I started making them and I really enjoy the amazing, tangy flavor. I never knew my tongue could curl that direction. (Well, outside of you know, trying that thing with the cherry stem whilst drinking too many mai-tais in college.)

ANYWAY. Some time ago we graduated from boiling eggs in water to steaming them in our rice cooker and we’ve never looked back. Easy-peasy and peel like a dream. No, really. No more zombie attack victim eggs on MY party trays! Stand back Betty Crocker, the diva of deviled eggs is in the house!

Paul steamed a bunch of hard cooked eggs tonight and while I was putting them in the ancient container from 1970-something that we use to store them in the fridge, I peeled one hot and ate it.

It was a flavor epiphany. It was nothing like a chilled hard boiled egg. Nothing at all like the bland, warm, hard cooked eggs of my childhood breakfasts. And nohing at all like your typical, rubbery Easter egg.

It was smoky and hot, smooth-textured and just … fresh. (There I go with the mai-tai man thing again.. There were no pictures, it didn’t happen.)

The egg itself was only a few days old at most, and steaming it brought out a complexity of flavor in the yolk that I have never experienced. I immediately wondered if I could hard cook an egg in the coals of a campfire or a Dutch oven without blowing it up. Probably not, but I can find out.

Boy, that was some egg.

Wonder if we have any pineapple juice…


Bedtime shenanigans

Our daughter has chosen to sleep on a sofa bed for the last few nights and it’s been perplexing. I don’t mind her changing beds but … why?

At first I thought it might be because that’s where her grandma slept when she came to visit. I was touched. I thought “aww, she misses her GG.” My best attempt at casual questioning on this topic produced a blank look, however, so I changed tack.

Linnae mentioned yesterday that she would like her sheets changed. Aha! I thought, she is sleeping in there because her sheets are dirty and those are cleaner! Nope, she’s still a real five-year-old and wouldn’t recognize dirty sheets if they got up and did the Hokey Pokey. She just wanted the flannel ones because 1) she was getting chilly at night – mainly because she refuses to sleep UNDER the covers – and 2) putting those on the bed mean I’m admitting that Christmas is coming.

Tonight at dinner I broached the topic again. Is there something wrong? I channeled my 1970’s “gentle earth mother” persona as best I could. I mostly ended up feeling like Kaa in Disney’s Jungle Books but it worked.

With uncharacteristic hesitation, Linnae admitted that actually, yes, there was something wrong. She wanted her bedrails back on her bed. I was taken aback. Perhaps she’s feeling insecure with the myriad pressures of kindergarten… Perhaps she is upset with all the rearranging we’ve done in the arts and crafts room… Perhaps the planetary spheres have misaligned and it’s disturbing her aetherial sensibilities…


Her Elmer the Patchwork Elephant doll keeps falling out of the bed without the rail and the sofa bed has a built in back so she prefers it.

She’s back in her bed tonight, snoring away.

Those pesky elections

I’ve been seeing a lot of “Not voting IS my vote” and “Voting is Surrendering” posts floating around on social media lately.

Everyone is (not really) indeed entitled to their (misguided) opinion on this, but I urge you to vote.  Beyond that, go volunteer for whatever cause you believe in, rectify what you think is wrong in our country, and you know, make a difference. Let clicktivism be your teether and get on out there and lick envelopes or something. Yeah, that’s it, from clicktivism to licktivism. Whatever works for you.

I realize that we all feel smothered by the inundation of negative political campaigns, misinformation and sheer volume of paper wasted on mailers, but consider this: people died for your right to vote. People in other parts of the world are dying to GET the right to vote.

I think you can take the time to exercise your very costly, very important right.