tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post7652019493427831595..comments2023-10-31T20:33:26.817+05:30Comments on Past Continuous: EGGS – FUNNY SIDE UP - ISucharita Sarkarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-19481334768068460752009-03-21T23:44:00.000+05:302009-03-21T23:44:00.000+05:30Aww How cute...You write so well.One is almost tra...Aww How cute...<BR/>You write so well.<BR/>One is almost transported with you to the scene.Mampihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02151567171626446275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-15004971416996570432009-01-30T23:39:00.000+05:302009-01-30T23:39:00.000+05:30Thanks, everyone, for the mouth-watering (and some...Thanks, everyone, for the mouth-watering (and sometimes nose-wriggling) egg-stories.<BR/>The egg saga continues...Sucharita Sarkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07802171314546508539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-36099331526378663432009-01-28T23:55:00.000+05:302009-01-28T23:55:00.000+05:30As a child, I never liked eating eggs. Greg is a ...As a child, I never liked eating eggs. Greg is a fantastic cook and he makes wonderful omelettes that have cheese and sauted veggies in them. Yum! <BR/><BR/>I enjoyed your story ~ how lovely to recall picnics and the admittance to the family fun ~ one egg!<BR/><BR/>Hmm, I have one childhood memory to share. I'm a little embarassed, to be honest. Just remember I was a child.<BR/><BR/>During Easter, on my Dad's side of the family, we would always go to my Grandmother's (MawMaw) house. MawMaw had a farm, consisting of chickens, turkeys, roosters, cows, pigs. You name it, she raised it. (To this day, she still lives off the land, but primarily with a huge veggie garden she tends to each day. She's 82 years old.)<BR/><BR/>Anyway, back to the childhood memory. For Easter, MawMaw would collect the chicken and turkey eggs - cook them hard boiled and paint them. This was the Easter tradition - Easter Eggs were painted and then hid throughout the yard to find in an Easter Egg hunt for the children.<BR/><BR/>Afterwards, all the family members (children and adults) would do the egg break.<BR/><BR/>One person would hold their egg in the middle of their hand, while the other person tried to crack their egg over the held egg, to see which egg was stronger. The one that didn't crack would try to crack another one, until there was only one left - the winner!<BR/><BR/>It was fun, but my brother and I would say, "Now what? The eggs are only cracked on the top and bottom." Rob, my brother, came up with an idea.... He took the eggs to the front of MawMaw's house. Most of the relatives were inside or in the backyard. <BR/><BR/>Rob wanted to do an egg toss. Each time the egg was caught, we would take a step backwards and toss it again. Yes, many eggs broke on the yard... and... when the hard boil eggs where all broken... Rob went back into the house to get raw eggs.... and yes... they broke on the yard.<BR/><BR/>Nobody knew what we did. The next day, MawMaw called my parents, complaining about the SMELL of the rotten eggs in her front yard.<BR/><BR/>I can laugh about it now, because guess what ~ Rob and I created a family tradition. All of our cousins and aunts and uncles now do the egg toss in the front yard, still to this day. But this time, MawMaw knows about it!<BR/><BR/>Sorry about the rambling.Aletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05605214202876973830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-5235429859962732752009-01-28T20:36:00.000+05:302009-01-28T20:36:00.000+05:30SucharitaI remmber asame situation like this. In o...Sucharita<BR/>I remmber asame situation like this. In our fiel work we almost everyday have a lunch converted to picnic. We meet at 3 P.M near a fountain or a hill riverlet(Jhora). Our menue was also the same and we ran short of egg because of the last minute arrival of a forest officer. My teaboy( actually a bold old man) solved the problem. He went up a tall tree, came out with a nest of Jungle fowl containing 12 eggs. We took one and returned back the nest to the same place in the tree. The Dimer Jhol(egg- Curry) tasted great.pradipwritenowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06321320863952722189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-89728303133262780892009-01-28T08:45:00.000+05:302009-01-28T08:45:00.000+05:30I'm curious, because on my blog list, a Funny Side...I'm curious, because on my blog list, a Funny Side Up II comes up but I get an error message when I try to reach it. Share or don't, of course, but my curiosity is piqued.seana grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-89974961213826542982009-01-28T03:45:00.000+05:302009-01-28T03:45:00.000+05:30I remember when I was a kid ,eating half-boiled eg...I remember when I was a kid ,eating half-boiled egg was considered very healthy unlike now when fully cooked eggs are considered safer & healthier.I always loved and still love eggs, there was a lady who delivered home raised hen's eggs everyday.The color of the yolk was like the rising sun.I remember being aghast when for the first time I saw almost white yolk that came from poultry eggs which I simply detested.lopahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18165334793515601254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-9094735129336717172009-01-27T16:41:00.000+05:302009-01-27T16:41:00.000+05:30Ah eggs !! i only recall eggs being splashed on to...Ah eggs !! i only recall eggs being splashed on to an actors face when the movies bombed !!<BR/><BR/>At other times, they were eaten. in all forms. Except the rotten ! <BR/><BR/>:)Kavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11426040093753611098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-24933883954191271882009-01-27T10:59:00.000+05:302009-01-27T10:59:00.000+05:30We would take long car trips to the beach, and we ...We would take long car trips to the beach, and we would stop at rest areas by the roadside for our picnics. We would spread out the patchwork quilt my grandfather had made, then unpack the picnic coolers. <BR/><BR/>I don't remember every item on the menu, but I always loved the cold, hard-boiled eggs, and I would make every effort to eat more than my share. <BR/>==============<BR/> Detectives Beyond Borders<BR/>"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"<BR/> <A HREF="http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/</A>Peter Rozovskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09977933481463759162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-26988405012102300752009-01-26T08:48:00.000+05:302009-01-26T08:48:00.000+05:30Nice egggy.....story....I prefer omelette with pie...Nice egggy.....story....I prefer omelette with pieces of deep fried tofu....<BR/><BR/>Anyway thanks for sharing....and when I visit your place ...I will bring a hard boiled egg along....Happy Republic Day....Sukkuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110183761614933822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-85126406241768572622009-01-25T11:08:00.000+05:302009-01-25T11:08:00.000+05:30I can relate to ugich's mother-in-law. I do like e...I can relate to ugich's mother-in-law. I do like eggs now, although I think I am becoming pickier about them again. But when I was a kid, I hated them. Pretty much in any form. My mom usually let us get by with some form of hot or cold cereal, but every once in awhile, she became inflexible and insisted that I eat my scrambled eggs before I went to school. Of course, I didn't, initially, and then had to gulp down a few cold rubbery bites in order to get away from the table. I actually have a hard time connecting this to my mother's day to day philosophy of childrearing, which was typically much gentler and more benevolent. But I do remember those rubbery eggs...<BR/><BR/>I started liking eggs suddenly and out of the blue. It was on the morning that we were moving from California to Denver, and I was in the fifth grade. Our family friends had us over for the night and the mother asked us whether we wanted some eggs for breakfast. To my own surprise I tried some, and liked them. I'm sure that some psychoanalytical context could be pinned on this but I can still remember why I didn't like my mother's scrambled eggs, and still don't like that style all that much to this day.seana grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-53419286978088721832009-01-24T23:03:00.000+05:302009-01-24T23:03:00.000+05:30We do not have any great egg stories yet, but sinc...We do not have any great egg stories yet, but since Peanut loves eggs any way you cook 'em, I expect we will have something to share someday! Thanks for sharing; your blog is a great read anytime!PBandJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01184023704441081915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-62865863324794362752009-01-24T20:01:00.000+05:302009-01-24T20:01:00.000+05:30Try to break an egg while keeping it between your ...Try to break an egg while keeping it between your both palms.<BR/>Possible ?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-33076361550479233982009-01-24T17:42:00.000+05:302009-01-24T17:42:00.000+05:30Throughout my childhood, I associated only omelett...Throughout my childhood, I associated only omelettes with eggs. For some reason, my scrupolously vegetarian mother decided we needed to have an egg, as an omellete, possibly so the flat nature of it would take it closer to a pancake .... But this allowed me to enjoy wonderful omelletty variations with capsicums and cheese etc in my 20's when i lived away. <BR/><BR/>The other memory I have is of my mother-in-law, after my marriage. As a diabetic, her doctor asked her to have an egg everyday in any form, to improve her general protein intake in her 60's. Like my mother many years before, she preferred the omelette version. She would sit at the breakfast table, literally wrap the piece of omelette in toast, and eat it , to be followed immediately by comforting waves of tea. The honest effort was applaudable, but till the end, she hated the stuff ....Folks were made differently in the old days...Ugich Konitarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15901335427613806798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671536805876663540.post-41104212576888802372009-01-24T12:17:00.000+05:302009-01-24T12:17:00.000+05:30Oof, how I miss those makeshift picnics that we ha...Oof, how I miss those makeshift picnics that we had in our backyards!!<BR/><BR/>I have one particular memory where we manage to put the sabzi on fire.<BR/><BR/>I will not talk of eggs as I am now on a forced low cholesterol diet:(Lazyanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04515533973086213840noreply@blogger.com