Because it is so darn inconvenient! Plus, my husband, in all his well-intentioned and hard-working glory, always messes up my plans.
I had PLANNED to wait until today to pack my handy microwave egg-cooker gadget that looks kind of like this:
Because there was one egg left and I’ll be damned if I throw away one perfectly good egg. But the Mr. Eager Beaver packed the egg poacher yesterday. So I was faced with a dilemma: do I throw away the egg or do I attempt to find an alternate egg cooking method (when we have packed all frying pans, cooking utensils, plates, bowls, silverware, etc. and have been eating off paper plates with plastic silverware and cups)?
I’ll be honest. I was going to throw it away. But Mr. Beaver came to the rescue and was determined to find a solution. This is what he came up with:
It actually worked which is good. Except I’m not sure that a cooked egg is enough to make up for the cancer I’ll probably get from eating an egg cooked in a cup made from what I’m guessing is the LOWEST GRADE PLASTIC AVAILABLE and then degraded even more by being melted cooked in the microwave, thereby bonding with said egg and being consumed by yours truly.
Have I mentioned that our microwave is on it’s last leg? Sometimes it will overcook food so badly it is inedible and sometimes you can put food in there for minutes HOURS before it is thawed/warmed/cooked. When I cook eggs in the microwave (with the proper cooking apparatus) it normally takes anywhere from 30 seconds to one minute and 30 seconds and it’s a surprise EVERY TIME! The real surprise is that you never know if the egg will explode all over the inside of the microwave and you will be cleaning it up instead of eating it.
Also? The glass plate that is meant to rotate the food in the microwave disappeared during our last move. So we have to stand by the microwave and stop it EVERY TEN SECONDS to manually rotate the food. My life is glamorous, no?
Needless to say, the microwave will not be coming to our new home with us. We intend to find it a loving home leave it on the curb for garbage day (and I might just kick it a few times, too-I have a lot of pent up microwave-rage).
May 27th, 2008 at 11:33 pm
Funny thing. I’m not surprised by this. You have no pots, pans, or egg cookers. But your computer is not packed.
I’m just sayin’……
May 28th, 2008 at 12:18 am
Kicking the microwave reminds me of Office Space … and how much I’d really like to kick a microwave/printer/fax machine sometime and/or find a red stapler.
May 28th, 2008 at 1:37 am
I second what jenn had to say.
Plus, YUCK!!! Did anyone actually eat the egg? Was it as… umm… gourmet as it appeared?
May 28th, 2008 at 9:14 am
Your poacher looks very boobish. But in a good way.
May 28th, 2008 at 11:39 am
heh. I pulled up your blog in a separate window which was half the size and it cut off part of the egg-cooker picture at which point I thought, hmmm, interesting, a blog about a plastic bra…. then I scrolled and figured it out. just thought i’d share.
May 28th, 2008 at 8:02 pm
Jenny, I aim to please! And S, you’re clearly not the only one who thought of boobs when you saw that picture.
And now that the two of you have made me think of it in this way, I’ll never be able to look at my egg poacher the same way again!