I don't understand eggs. I've eaten them, but not with relish (or mustard, though I hear ketchup is good). I've had scrambled eggs, which I've liberally coated with seasonings, and it was barely palatable. But eggs per se, I don't get.
So when I found that my daughter liked fried egg, I learned how to make it -- but not how to enjoy it. I looked up recipes for them, to see if perhaps there was a way that I could make one that I'd like, but, other than the references to Use a hell of a lot of butter... no, more than that! , I haven't found any. So I look at this thing I've cooked, and I think And she'll EAT that? And then she does.
I even know the joke about why the French only eat one egg at a time, but I don't get eggs.
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Speaking of eggs, someone at work asked me if I was going to dye eggs with baby this year. Uh... no? When asked why with a surprised expression I answered... because she's 1? T:Hey thought that was just cruel that I wouldn't do that with her.
ANd I was thinking they were nuts for thinking it was a good idea...
I've never understood 'celebrations' that involve a child too young to understand them. Cruel? Sounds perfectly reasonable to me.
Then again, I've never understood the whole 'easter egg' thing, anyway. What, exactly, is the point?
I now feel like having beans and fried eggs for breakfast. :-)
I was inclined to sardines on toast, but now I'm hankering for beans and egg. On toast.
See what you have wrought?!? :-)
(Well, you will if I remember to take a picture and post it.) :-D
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