Eggs

Josh and I don't eat eggs. It's one of the few foods that neither of us like - along with mayonnaise, bananas, and sourdough. BUT, eggs are by FAR the worst. The other stuff, we can eat depending on the situation. Not eggs (unless they're in a cake or something where we're ASSURED we won't be able to taste them).

WHY do we dislike eggs so much?

- they are slimy
- salmonella
- there's that gross white stringy thing that looks like snot
- they are pre-meat
- they smell like farts when cooking
- they come out of chicken butts

Really, I can't believe there are people out there that would actually eat them.

HOWEVER, I know they're healthy (although the whole cholesterol thing is still confusing), a good source of protein, and an easy meal. Plus, they're in tons of delicious things, like breakfast tacos. Omelets? They seem like the perfect food! Full of cheese and veggies and meat (for those of you who eat meat).

I've been thinking about trying to make some eggs for us, in various ways, to try and get us to start eating them. We're trying to get healthier, and expand our food horizons. I'm an adventurous eater, and Josh is really getting there as well. SOOOO, I feel like we need to get over our eggaphobia (if that's not a real word, it certainly should be).

I bought a half dozen eggs the other day to make a cake. My thought was that I'd use the leftover eggs for us to eat. Or attempt to eat, anyway.

That is, until I inspected the eggs.

There are small smears of brown on the egg shells. You know what those smears are?

POOP! THERE IS STILL LEFTOVER CHICKEN POOP ON THE EGG SHELLS!!!!

Fuck you, eggs. You're not going to be on an Aycock plate anytime soon. Fuck. You.

I Changed My Mind

If i have something to blog about, i'm going to plunk it out on this stupid ipod. So please ignore if there are any typing errors.

But, i'm limiting myself to short antecdotes, because typing with one finger on a touch screen makes me want to give up on 21st century technology, and go back to twig huts and typewriters.

So, here we go:

I bought a really nice Martha Stewart shower curtain for twenty dollars. I tried installing it today, only to realize it is a good foot and a half too short. Ugh, great, now i have to return it. So, i search the house for the receipt. I know i didn't take it out of the grocery bag.

At this point, i should tell you that we keep all our grocery sacks for kitty litter and picking up dog poo.

Damnation, i know where the receipt is. It's at the bottom of the bag i used to pick up sasha poo this morning.

Anybody want a new shower curtain?