PaD Jan 11

I know, I know. Another boring picture, but this one has a story with it. When I was a little girl, i hated eggs like this. I thought they were the most gross thing EVER!!!! The egg whites of a hard boiled egg had a sneaky way of squeaking on my teeth as I took a bite. It was all I could take not to gag on them. Whenever Mom would make tuna salad I had to be a little brat and insist that she shred up the egg whites so i couldn't feel them. It(I) must have been a pain in the butt. Well, one day I realized that my little brother didn't like the yolks. Now I didn't mind the yolks at all, it was just the whites or purples (however they were cooked) that I couldn't stomach. Well, with him not liking the yolks and me not liking the whites, we made the perfect egg eating team. We would share our eggs. He got the whites and I got the yolk. It was a perfect match. That is the only thing we ever got along doing - eating eggs. Us two fought like cats and dogs growing up. It wasn't until we were both teenagers that we started to get along. Now that we are grown and have our own lives, I don't get to see him as often as I'd like. George, if your listening - I miss you! I wonder if he still only eats the whites? I'll have to ask him when I see him. As for me, I wouldn't dream of just eating the yolks now. Yuck. I have to eat the whole thing with salt and pepper added. Isn't it funny how our tastes change as we grow up? Here's my picture of the day - dedicated to my little brother Georgie Porgie, lol.