: Keep your damn hands off my eggs.
I've been pretty much doing two things all day on my day off - either watching a Star Trek marathon or cooking with my mother. Sadly, those two things don't get to be combined anytime soon - unless I can convince her that baby carrots will make a fine ingredient in Plomeek Soup. But that's for another day.
Because we had to cook 4th of July food. And last time I checked, there was no such thing as a Vulcan-American.
So today, I learned how to make hot dogs, baked beans and potato salad. We boiled up several vegetables - green beans, broccoli and brussels sprouts. And then I got to make deviled eggs.
Now, this part I was actually excited about, solely because I wanted to impress my mom with how well I'm able to crack and peel hard boiled eggs. It was one of the few things that we were cooking that I actually knew how to do, and one of those rare opportunities to shine as something other than an ingredient lackey.
My method is simple. Crack hot egg on the counter, roll it a bit, then peel it under cold water. Shell comes off quickly and easily.
Unfortunately, I never got to show that technique, because in her attempt to get the pan we were using two minutes faster than she otherwise would have gotten it, TOOK MY EGGS, ran them under cold water, cracking them lightly, hardly even cracking the shell, and then I was left peeling tiny bits and pieces off with my fingernails. It was terrible! And one of them broke right in half!
We then proceeded to argue about it for the next ten minutes straight.
And of course, it's my fault. Even though she's the one that cooled down my eggs before they were cracked.
All I wanted to do was prove that I could do SOMETHING, ANYTHING right in the kitchen on my own ability, without someone taking control and doing it for me. Is that so much to fucking ask?! They were MY eggs, dammit. MY EGGS!! MINE!
Oh... and one more thing - (that had nothing to do with my eggs, mind you...)
hot oil + wax paper + microwave = fire.
Must remember that.
Current Lips: American Flag
I've been pretty much doing two things all day on my day off - either watching a Star Trek marathon or cooking with my mother. Sadly, those two things don't get to be combined anytime soon - unless I can convince her that baby carrots will make a fine ingredient in Plomeek Soup. But that's for another day.
Because we had to cook 4th of July food. And last time I checked, there was no such thing as a Vulcan-American.
So today, I learned how to make hot dogs, baked beans and potato salad. We boiled up several vegetables - green beans, broccoli and brussels sprouts. And then I got to make deviled eggs.
Now, this part I was actually excited about, solely because I wanted to impress my mom with how well I'm able to crack and peel hard boiled eggs. It was one of the few things that we were cooking that I actually knew how to do, and one of those rare opportunities to shine as something other than an ingredient lackey.
My method is simple. Crack hot egg on the counter, roll it a bit, then peel it under cold water. Shell comes off quickly and easily.
Unfortunately, I never got to show that technique, because in her attempt to get the pan we were using two minutes faster than she otherwise would have gotten it, TOOK MY EGGS, ran them under cold water, cracking them lightly, hardly even cracking the shell, and then I was left peeling tiny bits and pieces off with my fingernails. It was terrible! And one of them broke right in half!
We then proceeded to argue about it for the next ten minutes straight.
And of course, it's my fault. Even though she's the one that cooled down my eggs before they were cracked.
All I wanted to do was prove that I could do SOMETHING, ANYTHING right in the kitchen on my own ability, without someone taking control and doing it for me. Is that so much to fucking ask?! They were MY eggs, dammit. MY EGGS!! MINE!
Oh... and one more thing - (that had nothing to do with my eggs, mind you...)
hot oil + wax paper + microwave = fire.
Must remember that.
Current Lips: American Flag
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angry
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