So, Um, I can make a soufle that dances on your palet, and then colapses into a deep lusciousness on your tongue.
I can make an Italian red sauce that will make your Nanna, weep.
It's been rumoured that my Chicken and Dumplings are better then Grandma's.
I can make a PadThai as good as any out of noodle shop in Bangcok.
There isn't hardly a childhood favorite that I think, "I wish I could make it like mom did." Cause I can make every heart warming ounce of it.
BUT.
But, evidently I can not make a simple hard cooked egg.
I just wanted an egg salad with buttered toast.
The eggs, they were a mess, raw around the yokes, and stuck to their shells.
BLEH!
Maybe there was a message in this for me.
I'm thinking I'm going out for lunch.
P.S. Don't miss the other entry from earlier.
WE ALL FALL DOWN
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