A friend suggested I add an item to my blog menu; Weird Little Problems. When I find the patience to sort through the latest changes in WordPress, I’ll do that. Meanwhile, there’s this one – egg trouble, or shall I say MORE egg trouble.
There’s something about weird little problems that give me a boost of creativity, or cause me to lose my shit – rarely both. But this is one of those times. I’ve had problems with eggs before. I wrote my first blog about Eggs Trapped in a Berndes Pan over three years ago. A lot has changed since then. And a lot hasn’t.
Although I have a beautiful life and much I could be writing about, I’m not inspired by that today because….
And I have a big temper with small things. These days I’m married to a wonderful man, a thoughtful and methodical engineer who loves my deviled eggs. I make them often, and pretty much every week since the pandemic. We’ve been working very hard to merge our households into one and looking forward to our little protein snacks. As I was making the eggs for the third time in our new home, I broke down. For the third time, I couldn’t get the shells off without pitting the eggs!
Husband asks how its going and I say I want to throw the f@#$ing eggs against the wall. He calmly suggests we “Google” tips on how to boil eggs so that they peel easily. I bark that it’s the same recipe I’ve been using for 15 years (Cousin Judy’s Deviled Eggs from a book my Mother gave me. It’s on page 21 of Debbie Moose’s book of “simple to sassy” Deviled Eggs and the secret ingredient is Old Bay Seasoning.)
Still calm and logical, Husband offers to lead me through a discussion on variables that have changed, potentially impacting the eggs. I’ve had enough statistics to know my patience won’t last. I still want to throw the eggs and I’d rather just bitch because multiple variables have changed. I threw out my trusty copper pot because it was too 80’s and down-sizing was in order, so it had to go. I only used it to boil eggs, after all. I’ve also gone from an electric to gas stove. On a good day, I’m not afraid to light it. The fridge is brand new, so maybe the eggs were colder, etc., etc.
He let me whine on as I finished peeling and stuffing the eggs. I used twice as much mayo in the stuffing because I deserve it, damn it! I swore that I was going to blog about it, I was so frustrated. Then he told me they were delicious. I feel better now.
Have you ever had trouble producing good results on something you’re pretty good at? If you have any tips on peeling eggs, I’d love to hear from you. Don’t bother sending me any URLs, because Husband already did that!