Sunday morning, three year old K tried very hard, with her vocabulary frustrating her, to tell me that she wanted a soft boiled egg. I’d never eaten one, let alone cooked one, but after tears, pantomime, and M translating I finally figured out what she meant. (It turns out Wallace and Gommit ate them for breakfast in one episode, must have been a rare one where they got to eat instead of have porridge hurled at them.)
Cookbook to the rescue. I don’t have to know how to do everything, just how to look it up.
This has been breakfast now 3 days running. I love how she digs every possible bit out of the shell. I should look up that craft book on making egg cups, but B’s espresso cups are a good substitute right now.
We don’t always have to know the language to communicate — kudos to the non-verbal communication and to the looking-it-up response!
Thanks!
There is something so calming about looking at eggshells…or eggs…especially brown ones. Glad to know it’s not just me! Have a great day!!
Lots of people near me raise urban chickens, I love the blue, and speckled eggs, but even our grocery carries brown eggs – there’s a jingle “Brown eggs are local eggs and local eggs are …FRESH” I used to think I was just brain washed, but maybe I am just enjoying a calming influence – much more respectable.
Good mama! I love that you figured out what she wanted. I love that you figured out how to make them. I love that you feed it to her every day for as long as it is intriguing. And I love that you watch Wallace and Grommit!! Fun times. Enjoy them…
Blessings, Debbie
That was one of my most favorite breakfasts when I was growing up, but since the hyper-concern over eating too many eggs and other health risks associated with raw eggs, I’ve never made them. They are about as yummy as eggs come, though. Tell K I may have to try them again just because of her!
I’ll try – Mommy’s blog is a little abstract, though she does love to see pictures of herself on the “‘puter.”
I grew up in Germany and it was a favorite breakfast. We were quite proud of ourselves when we could get that first crack across the top done just right by ourselves.
It’s funny what they get from TV. My 5-year-old just spent time with dad learning to ride a bike and he insisted on getting a piece of paper and writing a checklist with things on it like “balance”, “start on my own”, “turn left”, “turn right”, and “pedal”. I guess he saw the checklist idea on a show. :-)
Misty
No wonder you were proud, I haven’t gotten the top crack right yet – still yummy though!
What a sweetheart. And good job, mama, for figuring it out. Hooray for all the things our kids can teach us (even how to soft-boil an egg)!
It is great to learn from (or because) of the kids, sure sends me in funny directions.