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I have been looking at pretty pictures of baked eggs since this post on Apartment Therapy.

I got all my ingredients around and kinda threw random things/spices in a baking dish. I tried it before I wasted all my eggs and it was yummy! I cracked my eggs, put it in the oven, and called my cousin to brag about how awesome I am.

While they were cooking I read something that alarmed me. “The eggs in this recipe will not be fully cooked, which may be of concern if salmonella is a problem in your area.”

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaht?! I am not worried about salmonella — I could eat a whole batch of raw cookie dough. Texture is my issue.

Why did I think an egg suspended in cream would cook fully? I hate eggs with any kind of snotty, runny, gross, icky, stuff. Soooo I overcooked them.

They taste great. I bet they would have been wonderful if the yolks were cooked right and not hard boiled. Even with the amazingish flavor I almost puke over the texture.

My husband said they were just “ok” AFTER he polished off almost the whole dish.

I guess next time I will read the through the recipe instead of drooling over pictures.

Five minutes after I took these pictures, the children ran out of things to do that did not involve:

a.) Wrestling moves

b.) Tattling

c.) Destroying anything of value I own
 
 

At 4 a.m., Boo yelled to me that she needed some medicine because her nose was stuffy.  I stumbled into her room with the magic breathing medicine.  After her nostrils were clear I tucked her back into bed and gave her a kiss.

“Night, Boo.”

“Good night.”

“I love you, Boo.”

*Silence*

“Boo, I said I love you.”

“And mommy, I said GOOD NIGHT.”

Today we left our car under a foot of snow and spent the day warm and cozy inside. Ace and Boo usually have to go to Great Gramma’s house to bake but today I was feeling rather domestic.

The kids pulled up a chair and we were ready to make pumpkin bread!

Five minutes into  their “helping” I realized I didn’t have enough coffee in my system.

After refueling I was ready to give them jobs to do instead of listening to them argue about who was going to stir.

Boo says “I am going to be a perfect chef when I am old enough to get a job.”

Ace just wanted to lick the bowl again.

They patiently waited a whole hour for the bread to be done.

It was  an awesome day.