It's all my boss's fault, honest
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Beth L. · 12-30-2001, 05:49 PM

Let me explain. Tomorrow we are having a New Years Eve party at work so on Thursday the Dept. heads picked out what we are all going to bring. I volunteered stuffed mushrooms & deviled eggs. The mushrooms sound like the tough one of the two right? WRONG!! As soon as he heard the word eggs the president comes flying out of his office and says he'll give me two dozen eggs. Now that in itself sounds innocent enough but the thing is that these are fresh eggs. Fresh as in just pushed out by the chicken. [img]images/icons/rolleyes.gif[/img] For those of you who have never hard boiled & tried (tried being the operative word here) pealing the shells off fresh eggs let me tell you, it's a whole new adventure into frustration. [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

So anyways, Friday comes and Jerry doesn't bring the eggs. I let go a big sigh of relief and go home. Saturday I ask DH to go to the store and pick up a dozen eggs to go with the dozen that's in the fridge. No problem, right? Wrong! While he's gone Jerry calls and says he has two dozen eggs freshly plucked from under the chickens and to come pick them up. I tell him DH is out and gee too bad, he's left his cell phone home and I can't reach him but I have eggs so NP. To make a long story short, 2 hours later there's a knock at my door and there's Jerry standing there with two dozen eggs. THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img]

So we turn to today. I go for the easy way out and put a dozen of the store bought eggs on the stove to boil. I go on the puter and well, ya know, kinda get involved in what I'm doing. The next thing you know I hear POP, followed by another POP. OMG, I forgot about the eggs!!! [img]images/icons/shocked.gif[/img] I run into the kitchen and there are eggs exploding all over the stove not to mention that the Pyrex pot has boiled dry. So I clean up that mess and take out the second dozen of the store bought eggs. What happens next? Well, suffice to say that the kitchen floor is now extremely clean and we're now we're moving on to the fresh eggs. These get boiled and pealed with no problem (the secret is to peal them while they're still hot). The second dozen gets boiled and as I was making the stuffed mushrooms I kinda forgot about them. So now I'm pealing cold, fresh eggs and as I was pealing them the eggs are starting to look like relief maps of the earth. You know, mountains and gorges, gorges and mountains.

So right now, I have two dozen less eggs in the fridge, twenty-four lovely looking deviled eggs, a burned Pyrex pot that's still soaking and a whole lot of egg salad. As far as I'm concerned, it's all my boss's fault!!!!

Anyone want to come over for an egg salad sandwich?