My husband loves boiled eggs.
He doesn't know how to cook them, however.
He says things like, "Can you please boil some eggs for me. You know how to do it just right."
Awwww, of course, Darling. If you put it like that.
Well, this week I'm having a bad week.
I'm stuffing up just about everything that is stuff-up-able.
So a couple of days ago I made runny boiled eggs.
(For the first time ever, I might add).
Not just runny yolks, 'cause you know, they're called soft boiled and they're kinda nice.
No, these ones had runny whites as well.....mmmmm.....noice!
Needless to say, he wasn't impressed.
"You wasted a half a carton of eggs!"
I did not, I ate them!
They were OK.
OK, they're weren't revolting!
So yesterday I boiled another batch.
Thinking of course that this time I would NOT under cook them, of course!
I checked the time, waited for them to boil this time before I started timing.
And.....voila....promptly forgot about them.
Thank God I actually walk into the kitchen at fairly regular intervals
because 18 (Yep, 18!!!) minutes later I saw the almost-bursting-out-of-their-shells eggs.
I put them in the fridge and said nothing.
As a good wife does.
Because had I told my husband I'm sure he would have thought I did this on purpose.
Like I wake up every morning looking for ways to antagonize him.
"I know, this week I'll under-do THEN over-do his eggs! Yeah, that'll really get to him!!"
*Insert evil laugh here*
Ha! Sorry dear husband, I have more important things to think about like
feeding the children
dressing the children
answering a million questions
playing oh-so-not-fun kiddie games.
Hmmmmm, perhaps that's why I forgot about your eggs....
Just a thought.