Exploding Eggs and a Broken Panda ©
By
Michael Casey
As I said yesterday I’m home alone while my girls
go off to Shanghai to visit grannie, with a side trip to Japan as well. And yes
it’s so quiet here. So how is the home alone dad coping? I’m fine, I’m perfect,
it’s not as if I never looked after myself before.
I had bought some extra eggs as my wife believes
in going to work on an egg. Then I noticed the best before date, 6th
August, or so I thought. I had 27 eggs in the fridge. 27 to 1, when normally it
would be 27 to 4. So I improvised and boiled 7 of them. I don’t eat eggs
regularly myself, they come and go off my eat list.
Microwaved eggs are a quick and easy meal for
hungry daughters, if you can get them to come downstairs from their “penthouse”
suite upstairs. Just remember to stir halfway through, and don’t overcook or like a soufflé
they can burst. While the microwave is cooking you can get the toast done, as I
tell my daughters cooking is all about finishing at the same time.
So yesterday while they were at Birmingham airport
I was hard boiling my 7 eggs. By the time they got to Amsterdam for their
connection to Japan I had started on my breakfast of hard boiled eggs in garlic
wrap. My daughter popped up on the computer screen, zooming in on her 13 year
old spots. Then she asked me, what was I eating? So I showed her my breakfast
and she said I was disgusting. All of you with 13 year old daughters will
understand, the rest of you will just have to wait for your own girls to get
bigger.
And then they were gone. So I finished my
breakfast in peace. I still had 3 eggs for today. This morning I shelled the
last eggs and put them in the microwave, I even put a plate on top to cover the
bowl of eggs, see I’m domesticated. But not domesticated enough, the eggs
exploded and blew the lid off the bowl and scattered egg everywhere.
I laughed and started to clean the inside of the
microwave out, as we have a galley kitchen I leaned on the sink as I cleaned
the microwave out. Only this was a mistake, I leant on the plastic cutlery
drainer thing. This sent our Panda flying through the air and onto the floor,
the Panda was dead. No not a real panda, but a panda mug, the one I usually use
to make scrambled eggs in. So exploding eggs and broken panda.
So much for my intended breakfast, so I had toast
and Aldi marmalade instead, and 2 cups of tea. As I ate this, up popped my
family, and grannie too, in Osaka at a banquet. My wife’s friend had driven
them to the mountains near Kobe and his house. While I had toast, 3 slices,
they were having 5 star Japanese/Chinese food. Even the dog, a beautiful
Labrador had better food than me. How did I know, they showed me it online.
Daughters can be cruel sometimes.
They are 8 hours in front of us there, so while I
had my toast my wife had a banquet, she and my 2 daughters and Shanghai grannie
who’d popped over to enjoy the fun. They’ve finished teasing me with food now,
so they are returning to the hotel, it’s an hour’s drive away.
15 friends and family, one banquet in Osaka/Kobe,
dog included, while I have toast in Birmingham. So thank you very much, no
seriously, thank you for the most kind hospitality. One bizarre thing though,
some of the teenage female guests think
that I am “cool” and good looking, it must be the breadcrumbs covering
my face.
cool and good looking to Japanese eyes
Writing Sumo to mine
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