This one is for you Big Giraffe's Little Brother and sister-in-law. Just do me a favor and keep it on the down low.
My mother-in-law decided to make a trip cross-country. She left from Colorado on the 3rd and set out to see us before traveling onto KY to visit my BIL and SIL. The boys have been thrilled that she's here. I am enjoying her company too. I have to say that she is extremely respectful of me as a mother. She frequently talks about how much work I do as a stay at home mom, and she has encouraged me to take advantage of her presence to go off and do things on my own. Yesterday I got stuck in a black hole the grocery store. I spent a long time talking to a friend whom I ran into unexpectedly carefully selecting groceries. She also watched the boys for me in the evening so I could go to the gym. She spent some one-on-one time with my younger son (YS) this morning while my older son (OS) was in preschool so that I could go to spinning class and then this afternoon she played with OS in the backyard so that YS could nap and I could also nap read my book for book club.
So what's the deal with the post then? My MIL did something that keeps making me laugh. Even though I normally don't post about family, today is an exception, much to the Big Giraffe's chagrin. Apparently right before my MIL left for her trip, she bought a whole bunch of eggs. Not wanting them to go bad, she boiled them and them put them in a cooler to take on her trip. She also placed a a selection of cheeses in the cooler. The cross-country drive did not deplete her stash, so she arrived holding a grocery bag filled with eggs and cheese. Every time I see it, I laugh because it is just so random. I don't want to suggest that she has been unwilling to eat in our home. Even though she's eaten her eggs and cheese for most of her meals, she usually takes a piece of bread from our refrigerator as well.
Here's the really funny part: three members of the family are acting as if this is a gourmet feast. Unfortunately, the Big Giraffe refuses to do research for my blog, so I'm not sure whether or not there was ice in the cooler. There are some things that you just can't ask your MIL and the history of eggs in a cooler is one them. My boys are acting like this is the best thing since use of sliced bread so to speak. It doesn't matter what I'm cooking; they would much rather eat the hard boiled eggs from a week ago than anything I put on the table.
So who's the third? No, the Big Giraffe has not touched an egg. However, this fascination with eggs and cheese has also extended to the dog who for the first time in his life is ignoring whatever I make and grabbing any hard boiled egg bits that happen to fall on the floor. I realize this post may not enhance your opinion of my cooking. I'm honestly not that bad of cook. I would like to say for the record that whenever I make hardboiled eggs, the boys refuse to eat them, and it's pretty hard to mess up a hardboiled egg.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Colorado eggs are eggcellent excellent.Labels: Food (Solid), Humor (at least Attempted), Pets and Animals |
Yes, that is definitely random. I like a hard-boiled egg once in awhile, but I don't think I could eat them more than one day in a row. Ewww.