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Dinner Before Movie

How about a quick cooking post.  Never mind why; I’ve had kind of a stupid day, but I will not burden my readers with that right now (no promises for the future).

Steven suggested sending out for food, but I REALLY wanted to cook something.  But something not too long and involved, because I was hungry and it was already late.  We had some bacon (somebody gave Steven a coupon).  I suggested bacon and eggs.  We did not have much bread for toast.  Oh dear.  I was not up for a run to the store.  I looked in the refrigerator for inspiration.  I saw some hot dog buns.   And grape tomatoes. Well!

“I’ll cook some bacon, toast a couple of hot dog buns, cook eggs with broken yokes and make sammiches,” I said.  “With tomatoes.”

Steven readily agreed.  He even helped me keep an eye on the bacon while it cooked.  Why does bacon take so damn long to cook, anyways?  I put mayonnaise on the buns when they were toasted.  I love mayonnaise.

Our BET (Bacon, Egg, Tomato) Sammiches were delicious. And I was SO pleased with myself that we did not send out for food.  Of course I love to support the local economy and we have some delightful restaurants that deliver. However, sometimes one must save money and consume fewer calories (bacon and mayonnaise notwithstanding).

Now we are on the movie-viewing portion of our evening.  We are going to watch Young Frankenstein.  We would have watched it soon anyways, as a favorite Halloween movie.  Sadly, we watch it tonight in tribute to the recently departed Gene Wilder.  What a comic genius. Really, not a bad end to my Saturday.  Hope to see you all on Wrist to Forehead Sunday.

 

Egg Update

I’m not exactly going to talk about that play I’m in (which I believe I’ve mentioned before). However, I thought I would talk some more about emptying egg shells which are needed as props.

Having successfully blown one egg with the egg blower my friend Rachel so generously sent me, I felt I was all set to prepare the poultry related props. Since Steven had gotten some deli ham (I think it was even turkey ham — lower in fat and calories!), I thought a ham and cheese omelet would make a nice Saturday supper. That way I would get a few more eggs blown.

My plan was to do the egg blowing earlier in the day, while Steven was at work, rather than when it was time to cook and we were both quite hungry. I would blow the eggs into a bowl with a lid and nicely store them in the refrigerator till needed. I could get at least four eggs ahead! This was going to be great! I got to work.

Good God, did this process really work for me before? I’m sure it must have; I wrote a blog post about it. Well, yesterday I even had a hard time putting the two little holes in the egg. Twist, don’t push; it’s a drill. Twist, twist, twist. Maybe push a little. Finally I accomplished it. Then I poked the doodah in (I believe doodah is the technical term used by native Ukranians), tried to add a little water, shook.

And spent about three hours blowing with the rubber bulb. OK, it was more like five or ten minutes, but when you’re puffing and puffing (luckily not with my lungs), watching this little blob of egg white kind of sort of poking out of this tiny hole, and it doesn’t appear to be getting any bigger… How do people do this with dozens of eggs to make those gorgeous baskets full of the decorative ones?

Eventually I had a blow-out. As Rachel told me, it was not a dramatic explosion, just the sort of crack you sometimes get when you boil an egg. I got the rest of the egg out through the crack. The crack didn’t go all the way around the shell, so I think it is still usable. Perhaps for a rehearsal prop.

The second egg took a while too but remained intact. I looked at the two eggs in the bowl, thought of a few more congenial chores I wanted to get done, and decided that when it was time to cook dinner I would crack the remaining eggs needed the regular way.

So I’ll be blowing a couple more eggs as the week progresses. Will it rate a blog post? Hard to say. I foresee a busy week. I’m afraid this blog may experience a Week of Lame. But I hope you’ll stay tuned.

Break an Egg

An egg shows up as a prop in that play we’re working on (I forget what it’s called — you must know it by now). I said, “Oh, we can just blow the egg out of an eggshell and use that!” Famous last words.

I had done the egg blowing thing once, in the distant past. I think it was the ’70s, a more artsy-craftsy time. I had seen pictures in magazines of these gorgeous eggs made by gluing about a million itty bitty beads onto a blown out egg shell. Fired with ambition, I blew out an egg, the shell of which sat on my dresser for about six years, till the damn thing finally broke, beadless and bare. I retain no memory of the actual blowing of the egg, only the knowledge that I did it once.

So I tried it and experienced absolutely no success. When I finally got sick of huffing and puffing, I finally cracked the egg the regular way and fixed my breakfast.

Well, it’s not the ’70s any more; it’s the 21st century. I did what any self-respecting denizen of the 21st century does: I got on the Internet. I have never had good luck with searches, so I took a more personal approach: I went on Facebook and asked my friends if any of them had ever successfully blown an egg and did they have any tips for me?

I learned that you have to poke around in the egg first to break things up, sometimes adding a little water helps, shake well, and some eggs are just going to be stubborn about it. My friend Rachel, who makes those gorgeous Ukranian eggs, offered to send me a tool specifically made for the purpose. That was tempting but seemed like a lot of trouble for my friend to go to for one (extremely) silly play. I tried the old-fashioned way one more time.

Poke the pin in, woosh it around, add a little water (is any water getting in that pinhole?), shake it, shake it, shake it. Blow. Repeat above process several times. At least I didn’t get sick of huffing and puffing this time. My finger went through the shell mid-puff. At least my hands were clean. I cooked that egg, ate it, then went upstairs and contacted Rachel via Facebook.

The proper tool arrived Monday. I couldn’t wait to use it. I could blow a half dozen eggs! Maybe start with one. Rachel included instructions.

The tool consists of a pointy piece on a rubber bulb and a separate narrow metal stick. The pointy piece is a drill, not a punch; you rotate it to make the holes. You use the stick to stir things up inside the shell. Then you put the pointy part back into the hole and squeeze the bulb to blow the egg stuff out. Don’t squeeze too hard or too fast, Rachel warned, or you might blow out the egg. Apparently this is not a dramatic explosion with shell and egg everywhere. Still, I was glad it did not happen to me (this time).

A little surprised, too. I got really tired of pumping patiently. I’d stir it again, shake it some more, try the water thing. Eventually a blob of white made itself seen.

Well, I won’t sit here and describe every pump, stir and shake, but I will say it took longer than expected. I might also mention that the egg was to form part of my supper and I was HUNGRY! Still, it worked. It really, really worked. I did a little dance while the egg cooked.

I was very happy with my egg blowing tool, and very grateful to Rachel for sending it. Perhaps after the show I will look into doing some artsy-craftsy things with egg shells, so I can continue to put it to good use.