Well, I have officially given a new meaning to “Egg on my face”. After spending $500 (…that’s right! When I do something, I do it hard!) on groceries…for the week…I precede to do the thing one does when embarking on a new “lifestyle change”, I prepare for my week. Thankfully my husband and I are doing this together and I am able to lean on him quite a bit in the food preparation area. He spent the morning boiling eggs for my salad this week. He did not, however, peel them. So off I go to work – snacks and power salad in my bag with two boiled eggs.
Its funny as you start something new how it becomes the only thing on your mind. When I woke up at 7 this morning, I couldn’t wait to make the bulletproof coffee I had just learned about. I think I had a dream about it. I changed the recipe a tad – using a 1/2 Tbs of sea-salt butter, 1 Tbs of heavy whipping cream, and a few dashes of cinnamon – frothed into my black coffee. It was actually tasty. My husband made me bacon and eggs…so far this is the BEST DIET EVER! So, I am off to work, not feeling sorry for myself, or lacking my usual carefree whimsy. I find myself excited to get to work and countdown to 10am for my little snack of Chicharrones! (We’ll just skip right on past the chicharrones – those may take me some time to adjust to.) Finally, noon rolls around and I can go get my salad, with fresh made Italian dressing (I made it – Zero Carbs!), and two boiled eggs.
Now, I’m 45…this isn’t my first time around poultry. I have seen a boiled egg dethroned of it’s shell. So, I roll them against the table while they are both inside the ziplock baggy and the shells crack and I’m feeling pretty proud…until I see both eggs break right in half. The beautiful dark orange yoke poking out like I had found a pearl in an oyster. I am fairly sure the egg was supposed to stay whole during this process – but the yokes are already out, so I roll them into my salad and go to work on getting the whites out of the shells. Now I find that I am working these eggs from the inside out – a total backwards way of deshelling an egg as far as I know of. Fun fact, and to my total delight: the boiled whites of eggs pull out like layers of an onion. I eventually get to the white that is physically attached to the shell and start rolling the shell again, thinking that maybe I can force the tiny pieces off. Then I start pulling shell piece by piece and placing them on the lid of my salad container.
After I have a pile of egg shells and very little egg to show for my efforts, I decide that I’m done with this laborious process. We are now about 15 minutes into my lunch. I know I need to throw these little shells away, so I try to shake the lid into the ziplock bag that previously held said eggs. The lid was bigger than the bag, so I tried bending the lid like a funnel and tapping the shells into the bag, when POP!!! The lid pops back into shape and tiny egg shells go flying all over my office…desk, floor, and body. Not even a second goes by before I am on my hands and knees trying to pick up all the shells from the floor. After getting up as much as I can (and a full 30 minutes into my lunch) I sit – little bits of egg shell glittering my hair – and eat my well earned salad…
The Ke-To Living 