To quote Ralphie: Son of a bitch!
So I’m making deviled eggs for today’s dinner, cooked the eggs to perfection and they peeled like a well-seasoned stripper; put the yolks and some vinegar and mayo in a bowl and commenced to mash together with a fork. Mmmmmm…smells good, but I probably should have used a small mixing bowl instead of this soup bowl that was handy…AW SHIT!!! Broken bowl and egg yolks all over the floor. The new batch is now on the stove, but I’m saving the whites because one never knows what deviltry lurks in boiled eggs.
I wouldn’t normally get upset over something like this, but my one claim to fame all my life has been an extraordinary hand-eye coordination ability. I just don’t drop things, and my reflexes have always been amazingly fast. I just can’t seem to compensate for arthritic thumbs. I guess if this is the worst that the day has to offer, it will all be good.