...like how The Karate Kid's rubber bands for her braces end up in the weirdest places. Like behind furniture. On the stairs. Underneath the front seat of my car.
...why there are always dog dookies in front of my house - and I don't even have a dog.
...how the empty sink that I left behind in the morning on my way to work turns into a whole sink full of dishes. And even weirder - no one even put them there. Creepy.
...why I am always in the mood to clean house either ten o'clock at night or six o'clock in the morning. What's wrong with the middle of the day circadian rhythm?
...why the person that pulls out in front of you in traffic inevitably drives 5-10 miles below the speed limit.
...why the robins always build their nest in the low bush - like, right where the neighborhood cats can get at them. (Which means I feel obligated to spray down those feisty felines with a hose when they get too close.)
...and how you can peel four soft boiled eggs without cracking the yolks. It defies logic, people!
First things first. Overall - very lovely salad.
Here is the deal. I have never soft-boiled an egg, let alone eaten one. The whole soft-boiled egg on top thing was
strangely bizarre a little weird for me. I have seen it featured on cooking shows and wondered "Why would someone put a runny egg on top of food?" Runny eggs are for dipping toast into. And that's about it.
I was hoping that I would understand the appeal once I tried it. But, alas. I am hopeless on this one. Sorry. I really, really tried. It wasn't bad or anything like that - loved the salad (minus the runny egg). The egg was just odd - I think was one of those textural things that threw me off (I know that I am super quirky when it comes to food and textures). It did look really pretty - the gold of the yolk was beautifully vibrant against the greens of the asparagus and lettuce.
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