Wednesday, June 03, 2009

People Really Eat Breakfast?

Normally, I'm the kind of slack-wit who barely makes it up in time for second breakfast, but today I was up before 10. AM. I KNOW. I decided that I would expand my horizons by having a hard-boiled egg. This is a decision I have never made before. "What do we think about having a hard-boiled egg, Genius Corpus?" "How, about let's have a slice of bread with barbecue sauce and watch Hard Boiled while pretending the bread is something healthy and delicious?" "Sounds like a plan!"

It may come as no surprise, but I have no idea how long it takes to hard boil an egg. I boiled two eggs for about 10 or so minutes and took one out. Realizing that cracking it open if it were unfinished would be sub-optimal, I shook the egg. Between the intense heat and the sudden pain in my fingers, I am not sure if the egg innards were solid or not. I am just leaving them in the boiling water until they decide to come out.

We're approaching 20 minutes in the boiling water, and the kitchen is getting pretty humid. I prodded the eggs with my scoop and the shells cracked like...eggshells? No, that's not right because I didn't prod them particularly hard. I am going to take this as a sign they are done and pull them out. I think I'll let them cool off before attempting to devour them, though. My fingers still hurt.

The real question plaguing some of your minds is not how long an egg takes to boil at various temperatures, but what the hell was I doing waking up at a nearly civilized hour? I'll happily tell you at length and tedium, or perhaps brevitiously and possibly wittiliously. I just made those up. I crashed at my brother's apartment last night. I am over here attempting to use the interweb to locate gainful employment of the salaried variety. Waiting tables at a beer bar is fun and all, living like a collegiate refugee, but the financials of this situation are not at all fun or even interesting. This is not why I woke up so early, however. I woke up at the ass crack of tomorrow because this apartment has lovely views and great honking windows from which to appreciate said views. And the sun crept its merry fucking way over the horizon and woke up some jackass who operates a pneumatic hammer and all of his jackass buddies and they had a happy-go-goddam-lucky time in the parking lot eight stories below the aforementioned windows.

Oh, and Brother of Mine and Your Sniper Loving Pal? Im in ur kitzen eetin ur foodz.

18 comments:

Mendacious D said...

To determine if an egg is boiled, remove it from the water with a spoon and place it on the counter. Spin it once it has cooled slightly.

If it does not wobble, it is probably done, but let it sit on its own for a minute or two just to be sure.

Then run it under cold water to cool it, and do this.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

or just throw it at your brother.

Chuckles said...

I so wish I had done that with those eggs. Instead, I just rolled them on the table and let the shell fall off. And then consumed the eggs with pepper and salt. I can almost understand why someone would willingly eat those on a regular basis.

Chuckles said...

I have a decent arm, Zombizzle, and can throw a nice spiral, but this particular brother of the Brothers of Indeterminate Number is in Hawai'i at the moment, and I'm not Superman, just A superman.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

well, then eating them was probably the best option.

In fact, it would probably be best if you took the same route with all of his food, alcohol, any drugs you can find, and the cat, just to be on the safe side.

Oh, confiscate his porn stash also.

Just to be on the safe side, right?

Chuckles said...

Ooooo hey, yeah, confiscate his porn 'stache. I could use some good facial hair.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

"zombizzle" made my day.

Dandrobium said...

About 10 minutes is plenty.

According to the Joy of Cooking. I have made hard boiled eggs exactly once and did not eat them, neither did my son, for whom I made them.

Do you even have a cookbook?

Adorable Girlfriend said...

I let your single brother make me breakfast any day. Any. Day.

Please let him know that I like my eggs unfertilized in the AM.

Chuckles said...

Sure, I have a cookbook, but I never read it when I'm cooking. I wouldn't want another loser's opinions about flavors and cooking temperatures to ruin my fun.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

make sure you follow the recipe when you're cooking meth in your brother's bathtub though....

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Also, paint "HELTER SKETLR" on the wall....

Chuckles said...

Or skelter, even.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

no, the misspelling will make 'em wonder what you MEANT....

Adorable Girlfriend said...

BP misspelled on purpose.

Heh.

mdh said...

Seven minutes.

Also, snipers love hard boiled eggs.

The Uncanny Canadian said...

This post inspired me to make hard-boiled eggs last weekend. 7.5 minutes under lightly boiling water. Then sprinkled with Old Bay seasoning. Just awesome!

Chuckles said...

Old Bay would have been better than what I did to them.