Pupsickle

So, pad thai calls for scrambled eggs. I’m making pad thai for dinner. This is the point when I realize that I’ve never made scrambled eggs. Ever. In my whole life. I like my eggs over easy. Now, I’ve broken the yolk once or twice. I’ve made omelettes and crepes and soufflés and macaroons and… lots of other things that require one or both parts of the egg to be beaten. Do they count? I don’t think they do. But I had never, ever intentionally made a scrambled egg before tonight. My husband found this BEYOND funny. Apparently, scrambled eggs are what most kids (read: him as a teenager) make themselves for breakfast in high school. Is it really so odd that I’ve made it through more than a quarter of a century of life without making scrambled eggs? Are they really that ubiquitous in our culture?

In other news, there were baby duckies at the feed store. Aren’t they cute? Don’t you just want to take one home? I did, too, until my husband gleefully described how much ‘fun’ our dogs would have with an adorable, lemon colored duckling. He then said “I don’t like them – they wet their nests.” Um, no thanks. They sure were cute, though.

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