My Yegg

[ailbhe]

A boiled egg is a mini-adventure.

Boil it. Juggle it out of a pan with teaspoons and tip it into the eggcup.

Everyone has their own way of opening it - Linnea likes to tap the very top and peel back the cracked shell. I tap a tonsure and scalp it, leaving me two parts to scoop out. Emer looks at it in confusion and plunges her spoon straight in, mixing the shell with the -- oooh, exciting! -- runny yolk.

Then I open Emer's egg and scoop out the insides into a bowl, keeping the yeyyow and the white separate. She eats the white while I eat my first egg, and then I open my second egg, and she says "Me eat dat."

"Hmm?"

"Doo eat my yeyyow, me eat doo white."

So I eat her yolk, and the yolk of my second egg, and she eats the white.

The best part is probably waiting to see whether the yolks will be runny or not. Today, the children had runny yolks, but mine sat uncracked just long enough to solidify while I dealt with the children's eggs.

Mmm, yegg.

Comments

[clarahippy.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm I love boiled eggs, especially runny eggs. I want some for breakfast tomorrow now but I have neither eggs nor time enough to eat them in the morning (woe woe is me for I am a shift worker some of the time).

[ailbhe]

For our honeymoon, Rob made sure I had boiled eggs for breakfast every single day. Sometimes we even had room service.

I think that was the best bit.

[clarahippy.livejournal.com]

Wow! Your honeymoon beats mine, but then our tent did collapse on the 3rd day and my dreams of lovely friendly island communities were completely and utterly shattered so it doesn't take much!

[ailbhe]

I recommend spending time in an old folks' hospital in a wedding dress; the attention is second to none!