The Egg and I

(Apologies to Betty MacDonald for stealing her title, but I couldn't resist. Very funny book, by the way, even if it did come out in 1945.)

          Today’s Marketplace morning report on NPR announced that the country is experiencing a glut of eggs, a phenomenon we’re experiencing right here at home.

          On my last trip to the grocery store I bought a 1 and ½ dozen carton, forgetting that I had at least half a dozen sitting in the fridge at home. Eggs keep pretty well, so no big deal. Except we’re leaving in a matter of days and will be gone for a month. Not sure I want to come home to 30 day-old eggs.

          With decades in the kitchen, I figured I was up to the task.

          Sunday morning : obviously – scrambled eggs.                      5 down

          Monday morning breakfast – me:  hard-boiled egg                1 down

          Monday night:breaded pork chops (dipped 1^st in beaten egg)1 down

 baked custard                                                4 down

          Tuesday lunch: egg salad sandwiches                                     3 down

                      dinner: oven-fried chicken (dipped in guess what)     1 down

                                  spinach souffle                                                3 down

          For the days-long trek in the car: hardboiled eggs                 4 down

In the meantime, another breakfast or maybe a quiche and I may just have this covered.

I just hope we won’t need to have our cholesterol levels checked anytime soon.