Dilemma

Cabin fever last weekend found me in St. Helen, avoiding Tip Up Town, and looking for food fast. Not the normal fare, but hunger is immediate. So what do I chance upon, something I haven't eaten for years, pot pies. It was really good, and on sale. I took the plunge. I don't have total recall, so I only ordered one, mistake of the first magnitude! It was so good that I cursed my judgement the rest of the day for forgetting my reflexive response.
In 1970, the year that I quit Pontiac Motors, my daughter Colleen and I ate three of them every day for lunch a year straight. Since she was only three, and hadn't mastered nutrition facts, not a single whisper of complaint was uttered. In all fairness, she never complained about anything anyway.
I fired up two of them today, but after having learned to read nutrition facts myself, am a little nervous about eating them.

Odds and Eggs

Scurrying around searching in three cookbooks, I am attempting to find the recipe to boil eggs. Doesn't seem like it would be that hard of a task, but I've used three cookbooks before and one of the recipes turned out well. I would love to find that one again! Paul, working on the red checkered dining room table, is intently slamming thousands of tunes into his new laptop. In frustration with the endless search, I interrupt Paul. "Paul, how do you boil eggs?" He takes the question in stride, turns half way around, with an over the shoulder answer, "Boil 'em 'til one cracks."

This is the missing piece of information! Google in the next room. If I had only thought to ask earlier, quicker results could have been mine. Thirty minutes later, my fine brown eggs are looking good but still not cracking. Confident, I invoke the statute of limitations, and turn off the burner. Best boiled eggs I ever had, and they lasted for days.