Hmmmm....strange things done in the midnight sun.
My Brother and his children came over for a visit and a swim, we spent the afternoon doddling around, yapping, watching the kids.
My dear little bro, whodda thunk that he could teach his big sis something about cooking? Whodda thunk. He told me that he learned something cool. He taught me how to properly season my old cast iron frying pans, something that he has learned recently. Of course, wouldn't he want to show off to his big sis his newly acquired knowledge.
We went to my kitchen, got my old yucky cast iron frying pans out, cleaned them up really nicely (I never use them, they stick too much for my liking). I use teflon (but never to be used in my kitchen again after my experience yesterday). He coated these frying pans thickly with good cooking oil and put them into the oven to cook at 350 degrees for two hours.
Evidently, this continual cooking of the pans allows the oil to permeate the iron, when the pan cools, the oils are sealed within and they are seasoned.
Well, bust ma britches. If he didn't cook the most beautiful eggs (with a little butter as a slippery agent beneath them in the pan). They did not stick, not one little bit. I would almost say that they floated on the pan, smiling.
So, yes, of course, everyone at the pool was going to have a taste of these beautiful eggs (and the fact that they were taken from the nest box only that morning, and were very fresh) made for an interesting event. Hands down. These were the most delicious eggs that we had all tasted. Perhaps a little bit of suggestion also made them taste even better than the teflon cooked eggs.
The two eggs were split among six people, only that teeny tiny taste was on the tip of each tongue.
That finished, I was a little lazy, such a big meal certainly makes one a little sleepy :roll: 8-) :lol:. I put the plate on top of a post that sits in our gargoyle garden, one that holds one of the lights that shines at night. My Brother told me that was probably not a good idea, as perhaps a dog or kid may bump the post and knock it down to the earth and bricks below. I went to reach for the plate, as I agreed, it was a pretty good idea to get off my lazy butt and take it to the house. Well, holy smokin' cadoodalhoppers, if that plate, just as I reached for it, decided that it was going to tip and fall off.
Straight down, turned sideways and went straight into the earth, unbroken, along with the fork. Well, bust ma britches. Have that wonderful day, to love and live, share with good health. Cindi