Happy Easter, a day or two late. Who knows when Christ actually rose from the dead anyway, right? It could've been today…
This morning while I was peeling my boiled egg for breakfast I flashed back to sometime around 1969 when I was sitting with my Grandmother Dot eating breakfast. Grandmother Dot was definitely a woman of her time.
Her real name was Dorothy, but we called her Grandmother Dot to keep from confusing her with any of our other Grandmothers. Even though it's an abomination to some to have two dads or two moms, somehow it is perfectly normal to have three or four grandmothers.
Back in '69 I was 5 years old and spent lots of time with my grandparents. I guess having two working parents meant the grandparents got to step up to the plate…
So back to Grandmother Dot. She believed in doing everything her way. And the reason I think of her every single time I have a boiled egg is because of this one time when she was teaching me how to eat boiled eggs.
She smashed a spoon into the side of it and then in about 2 and a half quick fell swoops, she had the entire egg out of its protective coating, leaving the shell unceremoniously in three or less pieces. Total time from intact egg to completely de-shelled: 2.3 seconds.
Meanwhile I'd sit over and carefully peel every single little chip away from the egg. Instead of ending up with boiled egg chunks and three huge pieces of shell, I'd have a perfectly smooth round (well, egg shaped anyway) glistening egg, ready to be bitten. My time for shelling each egg was more like 5 minutes.
She told me I took so long because I must not like the eggs.
Au contraire, the reason I took so long is because I really enjoy biting into whole boiled eggs. Maybe even a little too much.
Oh, and it still takes me 5 minutes to defrock an egg.
