It's another OCD dinner night. Humanling and I walked back from the library (why do people stare? Is it the scarves & mittens? Are we a bit anxious to acclimate to the season's dressings?). It's time for a light dinner.
Eggs? Sure.....
until I stick them in the bowl of water and then one end bobs back up. So are they bad if the WHOLE egg floats or if one end bobs back up? I don't know and my laptop was walking in bitch tracks so there was no easy access. My mother, the Non Beets Maker (who claims that she did - but she also uses a fry daddy so I don't trust that kind of propaganda) would probably just sigh and chalk up yet one more odd thing of mine to my father not being around at the right times. So I didn't call her. She has courage. Just opens the egg carton, CRACK, cook, done.
Not me. I pull out the bright lights to look for cracks, the bowl of water that gives tinier cracks away and tells me if they float. Or sort of float.
I put the eggs back. I wasn't sure and didn't want to throw out probable eggular innocense.
I ended up making gluten free, grilled soy cheeses. With a side of salted ketchup. (How is my blood pressure 98/60? Must be all the eggs I put back in the fridge.)
That worked out well. I then put our little display of triangle and square finger sandwiches out.
And then SHE walked by. The Devil with the bumper car antenna that sticks up in the air scraping along the side of the plate as she walked by. I can still hear the sound - Sccccrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Well half of the plate was still good. I gave that to Humanling. My throat still hurts from yellling at the devil. It's not enough that I shovel her offenses to the olfactory world into the garbage constantly. Or feed her. Or trip over her because she thinks my every move is another can of cat food. She has to completely ruin a dinner that she wouldn't even eat!
Well, let me tell you. Her plan was ALL IN VAIN. Because I'm not rushing to the cabinet for the soft Psssssh! of a cat food can opening. She has food and water and I see her Scccrreeeeeeeee and raise her an absence of a Pssssssssh!
11 comments:
But wait--don't tell me you eschewed the cat's blessing on your half of the meal?!?!
Put back up the "THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS" sign!! MeeOWWW!!
Awwwww, the little BAYbeeeeee... fat squishyhead mah-mah!!
nomnomnomnomnomnom
You are killing my side Alan...just killin it! Don't be surprised when a meowing bubble wrap envelope shows up to Inwood.
Or two. One may be thrashing wildly and mildly feral.
I see Myrtle coming and quickly move to get my feet in her way, she can drape her scents and pheromones across my knees all day, but the second the tip or her tail arcs over my plate, we have real issues. Earnest issues. It's not a blassing, it's what kitties do to mark territory. Thankfully, ours are fixed and do not actually spray. Just make the motions,which are horrifyingly convincing if seemingly harmless.
OH!!! THAT tail motion!!
Ew, gag!
Oh, I hated that! Euww, especially when the tail got to that little quivering point for that extra-strength squirtation. Bleeeahh.
This is what happens when your catless too long.
Hey, what? All three of us are cat persons too? This only occurs to me now?
"you're"
I meant to say "you're".
Put that baton away, officer.
(That's what she said.)
You were LISTENING?!
(and watching. don't tell Alan.)
I get half the royalties when you make it big on Ebay with that.
Ummmmm.
Yeah, ok.
I think if they totally float they are no good. If they stand on end they are not fresh for delicate egg dishes but can be generally consumed. The ones that lay flat on the bottom are the freshest for everything including the specialty dishes that I don't know or want to make. Like the S word --- souffle.
haha. patti
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