Sunday, September 19, 2010
Break an Egg
Post Edit: This is a new one-even for me. I'm not going anywhere till NEXT Monday. I packed my bags and went to bed and then sat straight up and realized my mistake! KUH-RAY-ZEE!!! Um, does anyone have the number for a good therapist? It's not for me. No, sir. I just have a friend that's completely nuts...
It's Sunday night and I'm tossing things willy nilly into a suitcase again. When will I ever learn to be a better packer? Send help and extra underclothes and toothbrushes while you're at it. Even if I forget all the essentials, I'm super firecracker-excited. I wish you were coming too. I would buy you a bag of peanut butter M and Ms to eat on the airplane. That's what my little sister bought me when we went to NY and now I will never ever fly again without them. Remember that the next time you fly the friendly skies-peanut butter M and Ms. For this current adventure, I'm going to the beautiful Willamette Valley in Oregon where I'll be touring a model Egg Farm and learning all about using eggs in healthful, ecomonical cooking. I'm going alone but I'll betcha I'll come back with some new buddies. Maybe I'll buy them a bag of peanut butter M and Ms for the flight home. My mind is still racing with the last minute things to do. I left my little charges pages and pages of homework plus two novels that they must read before I return. (Old Yeller for Sailor and Henry Huggins for Westy boy.) They have strict instructions to continue to practice the violin (Bach's Gavotte for Sailor and Vivaldi's Concerto in A minor, 1st movement for West) and piano (New Orleans jazz for Sailor and Arkansas Travelor for West). To the Quiet Man-there are some individual tamale pies in the freezer. Remember how you loved them? You don't have any homework, except to make sure that the charges happy and fed and practiced and educated. Oh, and if my flight gets delayed you will have to substitute my college Humanities class. I left my Locke and Hobbes lecture notes on the clipboard. And if you can manage to clean out the fridge you would have my eternal, undying affection.
Well, that should just about do it. I'm off on my egg adventure! Wish me luck, dear readers. I'm sure to come back with lots of clucky details and yolkful recipes.