My husband, Garth (not his real name) and I have been married for...uhhhhhh...okay, so we've been married for nearly...ummmmm...a lot of years, however, we still sometimes experience ah-HAH moments, you know, liiiiiike enjoying a quiet morning walk before work, while I try and figure out my travel schedule and my husband goes through our meal plan for the week, and...whoa...we're both all...maaaaan, but how our lives have changed, eh?
My husband has taken over a lot of the cooking and it's not like I don't know HOW to cook (been doing it since I was 10!), now I just sometimes forget.
"You want me to hard boil some eggs for breakfast?"
Two of our kids are home sick and, trust me, I know that they're old enough to take care of themselves, NO DOUBT, but I was raised by a Hungarian Grandmother (and Mother), who...at the first cough or sniffle...would break out their mental list of old world remedies, half of which my kids should be VERY happy I've forgotten about.
I put up a pot of water to boil and then grab an entire dozen...of eggs...because there are half-a-dozen of us currently living here AND my kids have mastered the art of sharing...especially, viruses!!!...and then I break out my fool-proof hard boiled egg recipe:
- Put eggs into a pot of water
- Bring eggs to boil
- Remove pot from heat
- Cover and let the eggs sit for twenty minutes
"There's a trick to peeling these, watch!"
I grab the pot to show my middle girl the trick to peeling hard boiled eggs, and then my husband walks into the kitchen.
"You know, there's a trick to peeling those..."
Here's the thing.
"YES! I KNOW THE TRICK!"
The thing is, I know my husband has been doing A LOT of the cooking, and the food shopping, and the everything else-ing that I used to do, and yes, I am blessed he wants to help...BLESSED!...but I already KNOW the trick to peeling hard boiled eggs!
"Empty the water, cover the pot, and shake the eggs around, like this!"