Woman Vs. the Microwave
There are some people who are natural born foodies. You know, the ones who whip up a delicious meal and then brag about how "easy" it was or how it just "came to them" and they didn't even follow the recipe. If I didn't follow cooking instructions, I can only imagine the horror I would be subjecting my mouth to.
Today my husband said to me: "I could really go for some egg salad." I agreed, I love egg salad and when I was younger my mom used to make the best egg salad. I envy my mother, while she's not a foodie, she knows her way around a kitchen and makes cooking seem effortless. That gene some how skipped me. Back to my endeavour. I asked my husband to start boiling the eggs because I had to tackle a disgusting bathroom.
After my tub was somewhat gleaming again, I came downstairs to boiled eggs sitting in the sink. They felt cold to the touch, and I thought to myself, "they don't seem ready." I am somewhat intuitive when it comes to sensing things aren't right in the cooking process but my Jedi kitchen skills have never truly developed.
My husband said: "they're fine, I'm hungry, just mix them up." I cracked open an egg to find the yokes weren't completely boiled. My first instinct was to put them back into the pot and boil them some more. But he talked me out of that and suggested I put them in the microwave. Now, I am going to pause right here for readers to try and guess what happens next .... because I clearly did not know where this was headed.
I put the eggs on a plate and plugged in 2 minutes for them to cook. When the cooking timer reached 0:36 I heard a loud POP! One of the four eggs had exploded. I opened the microwave to a horrid odor of overcooked egg. I removed the plate and set it on the table thinking maybe I could salvage the other three. I gently tapped one of the eggs with a spoon and BOOM, that one exploded too. I tapped another, BOOM! And then thought "why not" there's already egg guts all over my kitchen ... so I tapped the third. BOOM!
That was two hours ago. I have cleaned up and started boiling another batch of eggs because again, I love egg salad. We'll see how this goes.
Today my husband said to me: "I could really go for some egg salad." I agreed, I love egg salad and when I was younger my mom used to make the best egg salad. I envy my mother, while she's not a foodie, she knows her way around a kitchen and makes cooking seem effortless. That gene some how skipped me. Back to my endeavour. I asked my husband to start boiling the eggs because I had to tackle a disgusting bathroom.
After my tub was somewhat gleaming again, I came downstairs to boiled eggs sitting in the sink. They felt cold to the touch, and I thought to myself, "they don't seem ready." I am somewhat intuitive when it comes to sensing things aren't right in the cooking process but my Jedi kitchen skills have never truly developed.
My husband said: "they're fine, I'm hungry, just mix them up." I cracked open an egg to find the yokes weren't completely boiled. My first instinct was to put them back into the pot and boil them some more. But he talked me out of that and suggested I put them in the microwave. Now, I am going to pause right here for readers to try and guess what happens next .... because I clearly did not know where this was headed.
I put the eggs on a plate and plugged in 2 minutes for them to cook. When the cooking timer reached 0:36 I heard a loud POP! One of the four eggs had exploded. I opened the microwave to a horrid odor of overcooked egg. I removed the plate and set it on the table thinking maybe I could salvage the other three. I gently tapped one of the eggs with a spoon and BOOM, that one exploded too. I tapped another, BOOM! And then thought "why not" there's already egg guts all over my kitchen ... so I tapped the third. BOOM!
That was two hours ago. I have cleaned up and started boiling another batch of eggs because again, I love egg salad. We'll see how this goes.
LOL!!! This is amazing....
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