Mimi and Jack

While I was born and raised in California, my parents and grandparents -and many more relatives before them - are from the east coast. One thing I know about east coasters is their love of soft-boiled eggs. Upon doing a little bit of internet research, I have discovered that the “proper” way to eat a soft-boiled egg is the way it’s done in Europe.

First, you crack the top off of the egg:

Then you have this:

Then you use your fancy egg spoon to scoop out the egg:

Images from here.

However, this is how I’ve always done it. Now the irony is that this is how my grandmother (from Philadelphia) taught me. 

First you use a pasta spoon to remove the hot egg from the boiling water. Then you use a spoon to chip away a portion of the shell. (Note- the pasta scooper idea is all mine. I’m not giving my grandma credit for that bit of genius.)

Then you use the spoon to pry the egg out of the shell…

And plop it into a coffee mug. (The mug is a requirement. Poor man’s egg cup I guess?)

Then you break the egg up and allow the yolk to spread around.

Finally, you spoon a bite onto your buttered toast and enjoy!

And that is how a native Californian of east coast stock eats a soft-boiled egg.

Jed and I are taking the Bradley Method birth classes to prepare for our (hopefully) natural birth come October. The classes are every Monday night at 7 pm. It gives us a great opportunity to go on a date every Monday for dinner.

Jed has also been using this opportunity to run into work the following Tuesday, since we can leave his car at his office overnight on Mondays. That means that we often turn our Monday night date into a carbo-load date. However, this week, we had a make-up class on Wednesday as well as our regular class on Monday, so Jed decided to run in on Thursday. This meant that Monday didn’t have to be an Italian restaurant for Jed. So I surprised him with a picnic in the park.

We went to Which Wich and picked out sandwiches to add to our cooler of drinks and cherries, and then took them to a small portion of Balboa Park near Jed’s work.

Tomato and avocado sandwich.

If you look closely, you can see my skinned knee. Pregnancy makes you klutzy. (Klutzier for me.)

Isn’t he handsome?

As the sun went down, we had one of our first cool evenings in a long time. It was a welcome reprieve from the heat. (Normally, I’d lament the cooler weather, but it’s HOT being pregnant!)

Jack decided that if it was good enough for Mimi, it was good enough for him.