Boiling an egg is one of the easiest things to cook, if you even consider it cooking. There are six easy steps:
1. Place the raw egg in a saucepan.
2. Run cold water into the saucepan until the water is 1 inch above the egg.
3. Place the saucepan on a stove and cook over medium heat until the water begins to boil.
4. Reduce the heat to low.
5. Simmer for 2 to 3 minutes for soft-boiled eggs or 10 to 15 minutes for hard-boiled eggs.
6. Remove the egg with a spoon or ladle and let it cool slowly, or run cold water over it to cool it more quickly.
Disclaimer: Do not use my cooking methods! I repeat, do not use my cooking methods.
I’m going to start out this story saying that I was operating only a few hours sleep. I am a grandma (not literally) and usually go to bed around 10 but was up until the wee hours of the morning. I had just gotten home from my nephew’s baseball game and had a little time before I was going up to my parent’s house to celebrate Father’s Day. I thought I’d be on top of things and boil some eggs to have for breakfast for the next week. I put the eggs in the pot, filled it with water and put it on the stove on med high. I thought I’d speed up the process by cooking it on a higher temperature than I usually do. I went into the living room to catch up on some shows I’d recorded. I watched a little tv until it was time for me to head over to my parent’s. I went into the kitchen got a bottle of water, grabbed my phone, keys, and purse. I locked up and headed out. I visited my parents and about an hour later we sat down to eat. We were having a nice dinner of ribs, potato salad, cucumber salad, and deviled eggs. I do not like deviled eggs because I don’t like to eat the yolk of a hard-boiled egg, I only eat the whites. My Mom being the great lady she is she set a side some whites for me to have. I had filled my plate and was taking a bite of the egg when it hit me. I left the eggs on the stove!!! Not wanting to panic my family at my stupidity, I calmly walked over picked up my phone and excused myself to the bedroom. I called my boyfriend who only lives 5 minutes away from my house and asked him to turn the stove off. At this point the eggs had been cooking/burning for about an hour and a half. A few minutes later I received this text.
I knew going home was not going to be fun so I decided to just enjoy my dinner. I finished my evening with my family and headed home to face the consequences of my dumb dumb actions. I was expecting a mess but what I hadn’t thought about was the smell. Regular hard-boiled eggs don’t smell great to begin with when you peel them. I opened my front door to the smell burnt and exploded eggs hitting me in the face. I was taken a back by it. Over the years I’ve burnt popcorn, pizza, and over flowed a pot of potatoes but nothing compares to the smell of these eggs. The first thing I did was open the door to try to get the smell out. I then decided that I needed to document my stupidity and take pictures. After which I took the pot of charred eggs outside to try to get rid of some of the stench. I had never thought about how much of a mess exploded eggs would make. There was egg shells and yoke everywhere. I cleaned up and began the process of cleaning the pot I had violated. I actually debated throwing in the towel and just pitching the pot but I didn’t because it is my favorite one. I chipped away at the burnt egg remains for about 15 minutes before I decided to let to soak over night. I brought air fresheners into the kitchen and sprayed the whole house with room spray to try to make it bearable. I then did the most important step; I put my smoke alarm up. I text my boyfriend to tell him I had done so. I wouldn’t want him to be worried I would burn my house down with at least a warning from now on.

The smell in my house of egg-travaganza has started to fade but was still there this morning. What I’ve learned from the whole ordeal is that I should use a timer, I should buy a timer, the smell of burnt eggs stays in your nose for a while, and I’m too old to stay up late without any caffeine. Boiling eggs is an easy task when done properly but I now know how badly it can go wrong. Not to self: over an hour on the stove for eggs is too long.
It’s one of my favorite times of year, shaved ice season. I was so happy to see that Roy Boy Shaved Ice had opened back up. It is by far the best shaved ice in town. If you haven’t ever had a Roy Boy you should definitely treat yourself. It is located on the corner of Morgan Avenue and Green River Road in the parking lot. They offer a good variety of flavor options. The three size choices are$1, $2, or $3 cup. You can add extra syrup for $.50 or whipped topping if that is what floats your boat. My favorite flavor is the cotton candy pink. There is nothing better than a yummy shaved ice on the hot summer day. This weekend I took my nieces and nephew and scored big coolest aunt points. I mean who doesn’t want to take a ride in the “Jeep Car” to go get a Roy Boy Shaved Ice? 







I have realized through working at the snack distributor that I have pretty good will power and self-control. Not only am I surrounded my chips and cookies that we sell but we get tons of samples. The free samples is the real test for me. I’ve worked at a grocery store surrounded by food before which wasn’t a problem. It’s the having food that you don’t have to pay for that gets you in trouble and it’s everywhere. Today not only do I have to see all the cookies but I have to smell the Cinnabon cookies. First thing this morning packs of cookies were opened and now all day I have to tell myself it isn’t worth it. I’m not really even a big sweets eater to begin with. I think it’s the knowing that I shouldn’t eat it is what kills me. Eat a few cookies and then have to eat a tiny dinner to stay without my budget. So not worth it.
I feel like a giant drinking from Polly Pockets cup. Now you might be thinking I’m just bitter because I’m not drinking cokes anymore. That isn’t it, I’m over that now and just bitter that I have to refill my water cup every two seconds. The restaurant just assume that you’re going to want a calorie filled coke because we’re fat Americans and that’s how we roll. But I’m tired of being punished for being healthier. I think the businesses should spring for the extra few cents to give me a normal sized cup. Look at it this way, you’re really saving money because in the long run I’ll be healthier. You won’t have to foot the bill for my extraction from my house.