I don't do Daylight Savings Time well. The older I get, the harder it is for me to recover from that lost hour. Part of the problem, I know, is my forgetfulness, and I forgot to set some crucial clocks forward. So not only did I have trouble sleeping because the heater hadn't kicked off, but then my alarm which I NEEDED today due to tossing and turning, chimed in right before the new 7:00 am. Disaster! I had a fantastic breakfast planned, and now I only had time to scurry around and pour Rice Crispies. And exhort the boys to hurry, hurry, hurry. Yeck. What a lousy way to start a week.
I do, however, have some breafasts from happier mornings on my backlog, so I'm going to step into the blogger's time machine, pull up a draft, and tell you about the blue eggs we had last Friday when that lost hour hadn't lost itself yet.
My friend Marilyn told me not so long ago, that when her kids were growing up, her husband always made scrambled eggs on Saturdays. That was a given. The unknown was what COLOR they would be. I've got to try that, I said to myself. The boys will love it!
Well, yes and no. I did try it today (note: last Friday), and it WAS fun. Just basic scrambled eggs with a little blue liquid food coloring dropped in while I was whisking the eggs. They were a greenish blue, probably due to mixing with the yellow egg yolks. And it was certainly a surprise for the boys. Cool Guy got a big, slow smile on his face as soon as he saw them. Encyclopedia absolutely refused to eat them. To be honest, it was hard for me to take that first bite, but the eggs tasted just the same. It is funny how big a role vision plays in eating our food.
"Close your eyes," I said.
"I'll still know they're blue. I'm not eating them."
So he didn't, and Scamp had a nice morning treat. Are dogs colorblind? I always wondered that and wondered if they are, how do we know? Dogs can't tell us.
Back to the eggs: Am I going to color our scrambled eggs again? Yes I am, sometimes. There is nothing to be gained in this world by being always serious, always exactly so, always so dead certain straightforward. Sometimes, and especially toward the end of a grey, wet winter, we should laugh more, do silly things, the unexpected. Why NOT have blue eggs?
I do, however, have some breafasts from happier mornings on my backlog, so I'm going to step into the blogger's time machine, pull up a draft, and tell you about the blue eggs we had last Friday when that lost hour hadn't lost itself yet.
My friend Marilyn told me not so long ago, that when her kids were growing up, her husband always made scrambled eggs on Saturdays. That was a given. The unknown was what COLOR they would be. I've got to try that, I said to myself. The boys will love it!
Well, yes and no. I did try it today (note: last Friday), and it WAS fun. Just basic scrambled eggs with a little blue liquid food coloring dropped in while I was whisking the eggs. They were a greenish blue, probably due to mixing with the yellow egg yolks. And it was certainly a surprise for the boys. Cool Guy got a big, slow smile on his face as soon as he saw them. Encyclopedia absolutely refused to eat them. To be honest, it was hard for me to take that first bite, but the eggs tasted just the same. It is funny how big a role vision plays in eating our food.
"Close your eyes," I said.
"I'll still know they're blue. I'm not eating them."
So he didn't, and Scamp had a nice morning treat. Are dogs colorblind? I always wondered that and wondered if they are, how do we know? Dogs can't tell us.
Back to the eggs: Am I going to color our scrambled eggs again? Yes I am, sometimes. There is nothing to be gained in this world by being always serious, always exactly so, always so dead certain straightforward. Sometimes, and especially toward the end of a grey, wet winter, we should laugh more, do silly things, the unexpected. Why NOT have blue eggs?
Strangely colored eggs would weird me out in the morning too. I am with EG on this one!
ReplyDeleteThe time change is brutal and I was late for church on Sunday.
I made me a breakfast sandwich of eggs and bacon today and I stayed full all morning long.
I made tuna casserole and thought of you last night. Who will I pass my receipe down to??
Thanks, but no I do not want the tuna cassarole recipe. I always loathed it and remember that Mom ONLY made it when Dad was out of town.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, if you make a good breakfast, then you will be full enough to make wise decisions until dinnertime. There is a lot to be said for a good dose of protein, not only in the weight-loss world. It is also great for helping those who need help in focus, impulse control, and the wiggles. I'm pretty sure I fit that category, as does at least one of my boys. I try to get high protein in every day, but when one refuses to eat blue eggs, there's not a lot I can do about it. :)