It’s funny the things your brain chooses to remember. Sometimes it’s even funnier WHEN your brain chooses to remember them.
Like last week. I was at Lindsey’s house for Passover Seder on my Blogger Tour, and she asked me to peel the hard-boiled eggs for the Seder plate. And I just STRUGGLED. I mean struggled to peel these stupid hard-boiled eggs! The white kept on sticking to the shell, which made craters in the eggs. UGH. Just horrible.
“Why can’t I do this?!” I thought to myself. I used to be able to peel an egg no problem. What happened?
Well, the problem is there are too many ways to eat eggs. And also that I go through egg-eating phases. The last time I *made* and ate a hard-boiled egg was probably a few years ago.
I get stuck in these egg-eating ruts, man. And I literally forgot how to peel an egg.
Well, I got home from my two-month blogger tour, and we had two month old eggs that Frank hadn’t eaten. Well, two month old eggs are easier to peel (so I’ve heard), so I set out to make deviled eggs with them.
And then they weren’t easier to peel. Six eggs in (SIX?!), a realization smacked me in the side of the head: ROLL THE DANG THINGS, COURTNEY! And I immediately remembered my mom peeling hard-boiled Easter eggs by rolling them across the counter and then peeling the shell off all at once.
Crack the egg by rolling it, thus crunching the shell into little bitty pieces all stuck together. They peel off easily after that, and you’re left with beautiful shiny eggs. :)
My point, people?
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