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Boiled eggs, belt sizes, returns, towels, and more?
I do like boiled eggs. Often tricky to get just right. A bit trickier when of different sizes. Yet so much better home raised. Only nine fit in the pan I grabbed. I'll fry the rest shortly. I even got them semi-hard boiled, how I prefer them. Questionable? Are you nuts? If you eat runny yolks (which I always do), that yolk is more undercooked. Anyway, I am definitely enjoying country living. I am cutting back on milk, but I enjoyed going long on that for a while.
As to belts? A size up is what I was supposed to order. My bad. And, no. There is no wiggle room. I'll try the jeans before returning, just in case they don't fit. One return if possible. I have so many returns I am choking. Some might have timed out. I'll find out soon enough.
Oh, the towels which didn't impress me? By eyes, no. In practice? Absolutely wonderful! I can admit when I was wrong. Thankfully I don't have to eat crow anyplace but here. Beyond truly being plush and absorbent, they are massive. At least 25% bigger than my old bath sheets. Like a million bucks. They don't look it though. I might get a shower tonight just to use one again.
I do need to get vitamins going again. Cramps. Legs. The water pills drain harshly. A daily multi, plus the major minerals boosted three days a week. While I am doing exceptionally well with medicine, I never did find and refill vitamins. I need to refill everything again, again, so now would be a good time.
Oh, and a few comments: To you know.
; To she who watches from the shadows. Know.
; Just a random. Probably.
I prefer hard-boiled eggs. They remind me of me.
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A bit more seriously, I've never tried boiled eggs (after your remarks concerning the difficulty, I don't want to call them "plain" boiled eggs). I usually don't want my yolks runny, but sometimes it's unavoidable when I don't focus on what I'm doing in the kitchen and (for instance) a proposed omelet will go bad on me, or I miscalculate while trying to fry an egg to place on a slice of ham. For me, handling eggs has always been like . . . well . . . like handling eggs.
You're correct about country living. I should've made the move years ago.
Rhu-rho. I think you may have hit on a peculiar association. Which might indicate I am semi-hard boiled. Although, as with the practical metaphorical application, at any attempt, mileage may vary. *grins*
ReplyDeleteAs to country living? Three things. I am quite pleased it is working for you. Which has as much to do with you as with the country. Some will never enjoy, but that is their problem. Think of chicken and human density, and the reduction of quality of product that comes with density. Imagine liking being piled on top of one another, in small cramped cages, even paying more for it, with no real returns? Oh, the last point? Watch out! The longer you live in the country, the less hard boiled you become. Took me some years to ease off the throttle, but if I can do it? Yeah.
Oh, on a side note? The woman in the shadows? Huffed. It was a sense of almost insult, as if she was supposed to be afraid, or didn't already know what was needed to know, certainly wasn't worried. I had... to laugh. Dangerous little animals. No fear in them when they... choose.
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