On Pickled Eggs and Sleep Deprived Laundry
I’m so excited Poindexter is coming that I bought two cases of beer and pickled a dozen eggs. I’ve already dipped into both by myself, but only once or twice. I believe that you can’t serve a man a pickled egg if you don’t know how they turned out beforehand. For the record, they turned out damn good. Last night I also made baked a batch of cinnamon-sugar tortilla crisps for a snack. Easy to make and very tasty, though not quite as good as the deep fried kind you find at restaurants.
I was surprised I had the energy to make anything last night. It was a Memphis weekend, and after a restless night of sleep, I still had to wake up at 4:45 am in order to drive back to Batesville and get to work on time. Usually Mondays after Memphis I spend the whole evening on the couch. But last night I made dinner and cataloged a handful more of Don’s CDs. I even did a load of laundry.
