Eggy Eggs

So, PP wanted eggs for lunch.    PP always wants eggs for lunch, for dinner, for breakfast…. basically anytime it’s food time!    Eggy, eggy, eggs.

And, since I’m such an awesome Omie, I let her crack the eggs one time.    Then, if you have kids, you know what happened.    She has to crack the eggs EVERY time now!    What was I thinking???    So, here we were after church, making scrambled eggs.    And she “stirs” them with the purple spatula, which doesn’t work, of course, because she basically just chases the yolks around and around the bowl.

 

purple pancake turner

WE always called it a pancake turner. Why did I say spatula??

 

So, next thing I know, she’s “stirring” them with her hands!    Wha????    Oh well, we washed her hands before, and we’ll bless the food before we eat it, so just grin and bear it.

Sometimes it’s hard to choke down the shells, but she tries!    (I try to distract her long enough to get the huge pieces out, but….)

Then she “helps” me pour them into the frying pan.    And I use “helps” really, really loosely.    I put the pan on the back burner, and she stirs the eggs until she gets bored, 5.6 seconds, or so, then she moves her stool to the sink to wash her hands.    And treat them to a full 15 minute spa experience, if I’ll let her!

pretty purple frying pan

It’s so purdy!!

 

Then, this time, the alarm went off!  

fire alarm

ANNOYING ALARM!!

 

I just ignored it, because it meant the eggs were ready!  But it scared PP, poor baby.   Happily, the eggs were done enough, and I turned off the stove, and the hideous clamoring ceased.   {Later, when I went to clean up, I saw the problem, in her enthusiasm, PP had slopped the eggs all over the burner.   Boy, if that wasn’t a joy to try to scrub up!}

Anyway, we said our blessing, and she inhaled the eggs.   And I thought I ate fast!    That girl loves her eggs!!    And she eats 3 every time!    So, of course I have to eat three, to keep up with her.   So, that’s half a dozen eggs, just for the two of us!!    And eggs are expensive, so it costs me…  calculating….  a whole dollar every meal!    Well, when you put it like that, it’s the cheapest meal ever!    50 cents each!

So, we were both full, we had a bonding experience, and the alarm was silent.    A successful end to our adventure!

Awful Alarm

See why I don’t cook???   All l did was turn on the oven,

oven set to 400 degrees

Oven on, temp. set

 

 

and put chicken thighs inside.  

half baked chicken thighs

Sorta baked thighs

Then the ear-splitting fire alarm goes off!  

fire alarm

ANNOYING ALARM!!

 

 I took it down, and put it inside my robe.

alarm in my robe

Looks like I’m alarmed and dangerous!

 

Then the one way down the hall joins in the cacophony.    Dang!    (I know I’m a big girl!!!, but still there ain’t room for both! )

 

So, I wrapped them both up in my thick blankie.   This oughta fix ’em!!

alarms inside blanket

Wrapped up like pigs in a blanket

If the smoke gets so thick they go off again, I better hi-tail it outta here myself!!

 

Even the alarms get alarmed when I try to cook.   It just ain’t worth the headache!!  That’s why I bake my potatoes in the microwave.   Looks like I need to learn how to bake chicken in there as well!!    Alternately, just buy canned chicken, and forget the whole “But, I want it hot!” thing.   I’m thinking that just might be the best solution.

It’s annoying, depressing, not a good thing at all.   Maybe part of my planning for meals should be donning my Haz mat suit???   AND calling the Firemen to be on stand-by???

Even with all the alarms, noise, and smoke, it turned out to be a yummy supper after all!

baked chicken baked potato

Baked , okay, microwaved potato, and baked (yes, really!) chicken