I read.
I read mysteries, self-helps, columnists publications, famous people biographies, the Bible, female private detective stories, and lately, books by comedians. The comedic author said, "Always grab a chair at a family pitch-in, as soon as they say grace, scope out something really good, position yourself near it - literally!"
It reminded me my sons and their love of deviled eggs.
One son, Clinton, has cheerily informed his wife, "Learn to make deviled eggs like my mother before she dies." At the Thanksgiving feast he had eaten at least 7 deviled eggs!
The devil's in the eggs, or was it Spencer, the other son. Monday before Thanksgiving he bought 5 dozen eggs, 1 dozen so I'd make his favorite cookies, 2 dozen for general eating -- boiled, scrambled & fried -- and 2 dozen for Thanksgiving's dinner.
It wasn't enough that early that morning I'd already boiled 2 dozen.
When he came to visit later that night, he boiled another 2 dozen!!!!
They were cracked, egg yolk whipped, and plastic wrapped with toothpick support.
It wasn't at all a-pealing. I was shell-shocked!
Two egg plates full, 4 dozen devoured, and none gone to waste.
There was one thing left, though. The toothpicks!
No comments:
Post a Comment