Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I'm all about convenience, but I draw the line at hard-boiled eggs in a bag. My sweet H picked them up for me at Trader Joe's the other day because Snook eats hard-boiled eggs by the - bagful? Anyway, I tried one this morning and gag, spit, blech. It was disgusting. Kind of tasted like a rubber ball with a dry, gritty center. Maybe they're not meant to be eaten plain. I don't know, but I do know that despite the fact I haven't shown my family much in the kitchen as of yet, I CAN hard-boil a pretty mean egg, and will continue to take the extra 10 minutes to do so. As a side note, Snook liked the bagged egg. She's always been an odd duck.