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AM I THE ONLY ONE. . . who could use some cooking lessons?

COOKING SKILLS

I live in Florida and it was late April, meaning my “snowbird” friends would be heading back to the North Country.  Before they leave, they often pack up their left-over groceries and deliver them to me as they head out of town.  Well, amongst the things they had left over were two dozen eggs and they dropped them off at my house as they headed out on the road.

As it happened, I had shopped for groceries just the day before their departure and guess what, I had bought a dozen eggs.  Mind you, I’m single and I eat out nearly as often as I eat at home and if I’m not eating out, quite often my sweetie would invite me up to her place. With that in mind, just how long do you suppose it takes me to go through a dozen eggs?  Two dozen?  Three dozen?  Hell, I’ll still be eating these eggs come Christmas.

I don’t know if boiling eggs is considered cooking, but for the purposes of this little romp through the recipe book, let’s say it is.  I’d been living alone for most of the past 25 years and you’d think that I’d have developed some cooking skills in all that time, wouldn’t you?  NOT!!!!   Oh, I do cook from time to time, if it can be done in the microwave or the toaster oven.  My specialty is the crock pot.  I can soup the hell out of you in a crock pot and I make a mean pot of chili, but when it actually comes to cooking, I’m pretty much in the dark.

So, to avoid rotten eggs from having so many of them, I decided to boil up a dozen of them.  I know how to boil water, and I figured that boiling eggs couldn’t be much harder.  It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever boiled eggs, you know.  I’ve done it on at least two other occasions.  Now, I have to tell you that when they talk about a 3-minute egg, I don’t think they were talking about boiling them.  That first try didn’t work out so pretty good.  They were a little runny.  I wound up pitching them out.

But, I’m a fairly quick learner.  The next time I boiled them for about 20 minutes, then, just to be safe, I let them set in the hot water until it cooled.  That time, I might have over cooked them a little bit.  As I recall, some of them cracked while they were still in the pan of water.  So, this time, just in case there was some little trick to it that I hadn’t learned yet, I called Sweetie and asked her just how long I should boil them.  “It’s quite simple,” she says, “you simply leave the burner on until it starts to boil, then turn it off and let them set for 15 minutes.  Gosh almighty, my mom didn’t raise any idiots.  I pretty sure that I can handle that.

This seemed like a fairly simple system.  So, for the first dozen eggs, I turned on the burner and let it get hot while I ran the water in the kitchen sink until it got hot.  Thinking back on it, I wasn’t all that sure if it’s cheaper to waste all that water while you’re waiting for it to warm up or to just let the stove burner heat it from a cold start, but after giving it a little more thought, I’m sure the burner is cheaper.  Certainly, it’s a lot less wasteful of the water and I always try to be as “GREEN” as possible.  Anyway, I put the eggs in the hot water and set them on the burner.  When the water started to boil, I turned off the burner and started the timer on the microwave.  (I use that microwave a lot, but generally not as a timer)  When the time was up, I waited a couple more minutes, then dumped the hot water and ran some cold water over the eggs.  PERFECT!  When I started cracking the eggs, they were absolutely perfect.  I had done something exactly right for a change.

Well, a few days later I still have nearly a dozen eggs that I bought and another dozen that the “snowbirds” left for me.  I’m convinced I’ll never get these eaten up before they go bad, so I decide that I’ll boil up another dozen of them.  I turn on the burner, and this time rather than run the water until it gets hot, I decide to just put it on the burner and let it warm up that way.  I’m sometimes considered slow, but I’d come to the conclusion that wasting all that water might well be right at the top of my “STUPID LIST.”  Oddly enough, I’ve been doing that same stupid thing every time I cooked pasta too, (probably every couple of years, or so.) 

Well, when the water started to boil, I gave it another minute or two to really build up a good bubble, then I started dropping the eggs into it.  Big mistake! as I was to find out later.  Cold eggs, fresh from the refrigerator, tend to break open when they are dropped into boiling hot water.  Strange, my sweetie never mentioned that to me.  I’m pretty sure I wrote down her instructions word for word and never, not even once, did she mention that you need to put the eggs in before the water starts to boil.

So, when all was said and done, I had 7 eggs that looked like they might be worthy of refrigerating.  They were cracked, but nothing was leaking out.  The other five looked like they had farted and it froze all over them.  Of course, that hot water should have killed any germs that were on the outside of those egg shells, so I decided that those five would become instant egg salad.

To top it all off, my sweetie and I are leaving in 3 days to go on a cruise.  I’m pretty certain that I can’t eat up all these eggs in 3 days and I’m not at all certain that I want to eat them after we return.  Can you freeze eggs? 

Maybe I could “pickle” the ones that are left.  What the hell am I saying?  I don’t know how to “pickle” things.

Where is Martha Stewart when you need her?

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #497

About: Life’s Truths

“There’s a 1st time for everything,
but only one.”

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AM I THE ONLY ONE. . . who has some goofy friends?

SENIOR CITIZEN TALK

Years ago, Sweetie and I were out with some friends and I had just come back to the table from the men’s room.  She had knowingly caught my glance at the front of my trousers and we both began to giggle.  Well, of course that didn’t escape the notice of either of my friends and the husband inquired as to what it was that they had missed.  Well, it’s a bit of a delicate subject, but we were all friends, so I thought I’d have a little fun with them. 

“I have this problem of dribbling after I pee…. sometimes it gets the front of my trousers wet and it’s embarrassing.”  Maybe I should mention, they are REALLY CLOSE friends and no subject is really that far out of bonds.  Anyway, I was telling them that Sweetie had suggested that start wearing a Maxi pad in the front of my shorts to soak up the excess and keep my pants dry. 

“Well,” says my friend, “you might be doing it wrong.   How do you pee.”

Mind you, at the time, I was 66 years old.  I’d been doing this for a while and I kinda considered myself an expert at it.  So, I thought I’d play along with him for a while.  We often joke around about some pretty strange things.  “Well,” I said, “when I’m out in public, I step up to the urinal, but when I’m at home, I sit down on the stool, which allows me to shake it a little harder and longer without splattering myself in the face or soaking my whole pant leg.”

“Out in the public,” says he, “now tell me, just when do you pee out in public?”

At this point, I can see the glimmer in his eye and I know he’s planning on having a little fun with me.  So, I decide to play along and see if I can’t turn the tables on him.  “Well, I don’t mean that I pee out in public, but when I go into a public bathroom, I don’t like to sit on the stools.  You never know what you might catch and Sweetie has warned me about bringing home pets.  Besides, some of these men’s rooms are pretty darn grubby.  What I was trying to say is that when I am out in the public and have to use the bathroom, I don’t use the stool unless it’s a dire emergency”

“Well, when you stand up to the urinal how do you get to it?”  Says my friend. 

“Get to what?”  

“How do you get to your package?”   

“What package, I’m not carrying any package, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you going to pee, when you step up to the urinal and you unzip your fly, then what do you do?”

“Well, I haul it out and let it fly.”

“Yes,” he said, “I know that, but do you go over the top or through the slot?”

“Over the top of what?  What slot?  Are we in the same bathroom?  I don’t know what slot you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about the slot in the front of your under shorts, do you pull your package through that slot, or do you go over the top of your shorts?”

Well, at this point we were both laughing pretty hard, which isn’t always the best of situations when you’re already experiencing problems with a damp spot on the front of your trousers.  Luckily, I had just come back from the room in question and there wasn’t much to be concerned about.  Anyway, when we were finally able to stop laughing, my friend proceeds to explain that he used to have a similar problem.

He says, “When that used to happen to me, it was because I was going over the top and my shorts were so tight that it was cutting off the flow before I finished.”  He went on to say that since he started going through the slot, “his problem had been solved.”  So, he says, “I ask you again, are you going over the top, or through the slot?”

Well, I had to admit that I had been going “over the top” so I said, “Not to brag, but now that you mention it, “yes, at times I had felt that my shorts might have been just a little snug.”

That brought a chuckle from him and he looked me straight in the eye and said, “Now you know I’ve stood beside you many times when you took a leak.  Believe me when I say, you won’t be doing any serious bragging.”

Then he says, “Next time you go pee, try going through the slot.  I’m pretty sure that will take care of your problem and if that works, take an aspirin and call me in the morning.  I might be able to solve some of your other complaints just as easily.”

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #496

About: Wisdom

“Trust isn’t a word to be taken lightly.”

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . .  who has struggled to find love?

For a good many years, I was alone and I often spent my evenings writing.  Nothing profound and for the most part nothing that I ever planned to share with anyone.  I’d turn on the stereo and just be sitting there at my computer, with a glass of wine jotting down my thoughts.

Sometimes I’d come up with an idea and as I’d start getting the thoughts written down, often they weren’t in any semblance of order.  I love my computer in those instances, because it’s so easy to cut, paste and rearrange your thoughts as you go along.  

Anyway, on this one particular evening I was in somewhat of a melancholy mood and although I don’t recall the artist or the name of the old song that was playing all those years ago, there is a line in it that says:  “Your eyes have a mist from the smoke of a distant fire.”

As I sat there, probably on my 2nd or 3rd glass of wine, I felt the inspiration to write and  the following poem was the end result.

DISTANT FIRES
©By: R.L.King

From the book Memories & Time ©2017

Misty eyes, life expires
broken heart, loves desires

Move along, love is missed
seeking now, you reminisce

Another look, another dance
a smiling face, a second chance

Time passes, companion tried
kindly heart, love denied

Move again, evade the miss
seeking now, newfound bliss

Additional look, another chance
 lots of fun, no romance

Tangled sheets, pillow talk
not a fit, take a walk

Multiple looks, chances taken
wishful thinking, sadly mistaken

False hope, fresh starts
broken promises, damaged hearts

Senior years, seeking still
time is short, low on will

Computer pop-up, experiment tried
there she was, unable to hide

Years later, still a unit
the songs a hit, no need to tune it

Misty eyes, distant fires
refurbished heart, loves desires

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Sometime after writing the above poem, I followed it up with this one.

MY REAR VIEW MIRROR
©By: R.L.King
From the book Memories & Time ©2017

My best days are behind me,
those remaining number few.
But the time that I have left,
I’ll spend with someone new.

Life is in my rearview mirror,
I’ve watched as it passed by.
But lately, I’m pleased to say,
I’ve met the apple of my eye.

We feel our days are numbered,
but know that we’ve been blessed.
Each with a treasured partner,
as we face life’s final tests.

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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #227

About: Goals

Ya only need three goals.

 1 – Be the best ya can be.
2 – Know the difference twixt right-n-wrong.
3 – Always do right.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . .  who has a sweetheart with a warped sense of humor?

By: Donna Hale Chandler

I could give you many examples of what I’m referring to and perhaps some will appear in our blog or on our podcast at a later date, but for now, I will relive a recent trip to the airport.

We had an early morning flight and were rushing through the terminal to get to our gate.  As usual my sweetheart’s longer legs and faster pace put him a few feet ahead of me.  Our time was running short so I was trying my best to keep up as I pulled my carry-on bag along. 

Sweetheart had just gotten off the moving walkway and I was actually catching up.  As I step from the walkway, I stumbled a bit but quickly regained my footing. Without missing a beat or cracking a smile, Sweetheart called loudly over his shoulder, “I TOLD YOU, YOU SHOULDN’T DRINK SO MUCH BEFORE BREAKFAST!”

I probably left skid marks as I came to a screeching halt sending imaginary daggers at his head.  It felt as if the entire airport was suddenly frozen, people stopped, the silence was deafening and I had no witty remark to throw back at him.

However, he knows all about ‘pay backs’ and I never forget because I owe him several.  Then again, what would I do without him?  I have to admit, there is never a dull moment and he makes me smile everyday.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . who thinks about stupid things every now and then?

A couple years ago I posted an item on this site about STANDING OVATIONS, asking shouldn’t they be reserved for only the very best?

Recently, as we generally do, my sweetie and I were watching American Idle.  Several of the performers had been getting standing ovations from the panel of judges and after a fashion, it came across as cheapened or maybe even as disingenuous because after they had done it so many times, you could see the three of them looking at one another, trying to decide if they should stand or not. There were times, it seemed almost reluctantly, all three would stand and continue to applaud.  Yet, other times, it seemed as though the judges had been influenced by the audience to partake in the standing ovation. 

Looking at it pessimistically, I wondered, could this just be another way for the judges to prejudice our vote for the contestants they are in favor of, or against the ones they are not?  That’s likely a discussion for another time, but the exercise serves as support of my contention that too many standing ovations serve to deflate the value of them all.

Anyway, it got me to thinking about the value of a standing O and I recalled having written that article.  It got me to wondering, are we a nation of sheep, blindly following the leaders?  When we allow a small minority of people to get everyone on their feet applauding minimal accomplishments, are we not guilty of dimming the spotlight shinning on those more deserving?

Over the years I’ve watched a good many awards shows for the music or movie industry.  Standing ovations run rampant.  You’ll see a few people stand, then more and as it spreads you can often see by the looks on people’s faces seemingly saying, “Remind me again, why are we standing?”  I ask again, has it gotten to the point where simply applauding without standing can be taken as an insult?

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Gramps use’ta say
R.L.King ©2012 #246

About: Appearances

Every con-man knows the flash,
is much more important than the flame.

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