The Egg

 I never would have thought  a boiled egg (or any egg for that matter) could have such a profound effect on me but one has given me a great insight on just how nice folks are.  (Note here...I said folks and not people.  Folks are those who are family even if they are not related to you.  People...well...people can be related and still not be family.  Just my point of view.)  Anyway, back to that boiled egg and the niceties of life.  Mark and I have always made it a point to share whatever we have.  This was something taught to us by our parents and grandparents and we have carried it along the best that we can.  There have been times when our pantry was quite bare but, somehow, sharing was still top priority.  Mostly we shared with the elderly or those that were down on their luck.  Now that we are among the "elderly" we figure that our duties shall not go the wayside.  We still find those in need and share our "wealth".  It is the neighborly thing to do.  I figure that you cannot gripe about the sorry state of humanity if you are not willing to do your share to better it.

  That egg, however came about because of that sharing.  One sweet lady always finds a way to return the bounty.  Whenever we bring something to her, she sends something home to us.  Since she has chickens, we usually get fresh yard eggs!  There is nothing better!  Today as I was whipping up some pumpkin/pecan bars for Son, I brought out the eggs.  All was going well until the third egg.  It felt a mite odd to the touch and even odder to crack.  Yep, that egg was boiled!  Our sweet friend had inadvertently included a boiled egg with the fresh!  I had to sit down and giggle over that boiled egg!  Oh, sweet lady, I adore you!  When giving the eggs, she was surely not going to give a partial carton!  That, my friends, is what makes folks...well...folks.  They are just plumb nice.

  After finding the boiled egg among the fresh, I have decided that I want to be a "Ms. Teresa" when (if) I reach the age of 90.  I want to be kindhearted, generous and a bit quirky.  I want to give folks happy surprises along with every day gifts.  I want to brighten others days and give them reasons to giggle.  I want to be a "Ms. Teresa". 

Egg-spearmintal procedures!

As expected, Darling Daughter, Elizabeth and I spent a goodly portion of the day in the kitchen baking up all sorts of goodies. Well, actually, she did most of the baking while I watched..we both talked......and giggled a lot. Things were going well until late in the evening when we both were starting to get a mite tired, then thing spiraled downhill at the speed of an otter on the mudflats. Things always seem to get hilarious at about this point so we probably did more giggling than baking. Still, the cookies got baked and times were good.

At about the midnight point, Elizabeth made the announcement that she learned a new way of peeling a boiled egg. Not that we were boiling eggs nor had any intentions of doing so until she explained the method of peeling said eggs. We just had to try it! Several eggs were put in the pot and on the stove to boil! An egg experiment was at hand! Like I said the giggling was in full swing as was the silliness of two tired bakers! The egg experiment soon became shortened to "eggsperiment". It just so happened that there was a pot of spearmint tea being brewed which soon led us to the "eggspearmint" (egg+spearmint). That downhill slide was quickly taking us to the Land of Balderdash. After a few more puns, the egg was boiled and she was ready to demonstrate the new and improved method of peeling a boiled egg. I was ready! (Just as long as I was not going to have to peel any eggs after midnight, I was game for anything!)

First, she tapped the egg on each end to bust the shell slightly. She then pulled away a slight bit of the shell on each end just to make a small hole. Now this was going to get a bit interesting! She picked up the egg and held it to her mouth. She blew into the small hole...the egg did absolutely nothing. We, on the other hand, broke into another fit of giggles! She blew again! Nothing! Giggle! By now, I think she was getting a mite dizzy from both the blowing and the constant snickering. This egg-peeling thing was going nowhere really fast!

My sweet son-in-law, Robbie, decided to come to her rescue. He tapped the second egg on each end just as she had the first. He would have more power behind his blowing and the egg should pop right out of the shell. He blew...nothing...so he blew harder! A high pitch whistle rang out. It sounded a lot like an old time radiator blowing its top. By the way, have you ever thought about how much louder noises seem at midnight in comparison to say..noon? This whistle was loud more like a scream! Anyway, beside the whistling, nothing more came out of that eggshell! He blew again....skriekk! Egads! That whistling would wake every critter on the Bayou! Again...giggles and whistles were the only thing that came from the "eggsperiment"! I asked her where she heard about this easy-peel method and she said "The internet!".....hmmmmmm...'nuff said.