Tonight I was cooking supper and had Makenna in the kitchen helping me. In fact, The Man and I were out running errands when I called the house to have her start cooking some vegetables. I decided to make chicken and rice when we got home since it's quick and easy. Now, that's a good Southern dish that I have discovered that many outside of The Circle have not heard of nor do they eat. It's a simple filling dish of chicken, chicken broth, and rice, with salt and pepper, all cooked up in a pot. I don't cook it often, but my people enjoy it.
I can't have rice due to the surgery. While I was getting the stuff on the stove going, I decided I would boil some eggs and make myself some egg salad. Tasty and full of protein.
I got a small pot out of the cabinet and handed it to Makenna. I said, "I'm going to make some egg salad so please put me five eggs in the pot". (I can't eat but one egg but knew the rest would want some.)
After a few minutes I heard this odd sound I should not have been hearing.
I turned around and there she was.
Cracking an egg into the pot.
"What are you doing?!?" said I.
"Putting five eggs in the pot like you said!" she replied.
I walked over to the kitchen island to see four yolks floating in the pot and a fifth one about to join them.
I had to bend over I was laughing so hard.
Poor baby doesn't even know how to boil an egg.
She defended herself loudly in that I didn't specify exactly how I wanted the eggs in the pot. I was still laughing.
I finally explained the whole "boil the eggs and peel them and chop them for egg salad" deal to her. We are now clear in that if I give her a frying pan? Break the eggs. If I give her a pot? Then put the whole entire egg inside.
It took a little longer, but I had my egg salad. We did it the right way that time.