THE SCIENCE OF POACHED EGGS
1 12 2006This has nothing to do with science. It’s a Snow Day! No Friday Science entries on snow days. This is Chirpie. Mom found Chirpie at a garage sale for fifty cents and I love him. He poaches four eggs at a time and lets out this really loud shrilly chirp when they’re done.
I’ve had more poached eggs in the last four days then I’ve had in a year. Hooper even likes them. We mix it up with his dry food and he licks the bowl clean. In fact, he eats his food before his treats now. He is so spoiled.
Spoiled all right. Kiwi dog and I get the Liver dinner from kfc and split it.
Oh, I like that egg-cooking thing; it’s just the right mix of creepy and functional, much like this truly craptacular lamp Pink Dog once gave me. If I can find that egg thing online, I’m sending everyone I know one for Christmas.