Couch 166: The Un-hex-hexed Couch

A giant fireball.

It's a small cup with a screw on lid that you put a cracked raw egg and whatever other ingredients you like (cheese, bits of bacon, herbs)in, then simmer it in a pan of water. Then you eat the egg out of the cup. Serious yum--and the egg stays really hot. I guess there are modern ones, but you can find pretty porcelain ones, like Royal Worcester, at antique stores really cheap.

You'd only get a really tiny bit of jam!

Very Bad Things. Trust me, you don't want to know.

And it wouldn't work because a salt spoon is smaller than a jam spoon, while a jam spoon is specially designed to rest on the top of an open jar of jam without sliding into the jar or off the jar.

Also, if you have a salt spoon, you'd better have a salt cellar.

AN OPEN JAR OF JAM AT THE TABLE???????

ten slaps with a wet noodle.....

Or taps with a salt spoon....

There seems to be a lot of formality expected very early in the day.
I hated breakfast so much as a small child that I did not eat it at all from about age 12 - my late 20's unless it was grabbing left over pizza as I left the house. When my person and I got together, it became more of something we did on weekends.

No, no...on the sideboard, with the kippers.

Or, being forced to eat soft-boiled eggs off a plate.

For some reason I now want a coddler.

I’m sure my mother has a spare.

And also to make shirred eggs. Cream plus egg plus butter plus a little protein and seasoning...

In half an hour i go get my most rotten tooth pulled as well as being scared of dentists I am terrified of needles and cried the last time. I felt totally stupid being a 50 year old woman and crying like a 3 year old andno one offered a tissue of shame either.

wow. i learned so much about fancy silverware this evening.

i once broke out into hives getting (4) cavities done. i had never done that before. i hate the dentist SO much,

Word play in ancient Greek:

“Bring me aristos (breakfast)! It’s aristos (the best)!”

Same pronounciation, different syllables accentuated (the first one on the first syllable, the second one on the last syllable).

Gave me the vapors there for a minute....

The kippers I can do without. And yeah, the formality is only fun for week-end brunch to my mind, with friends. Though I've been known to set a tray for myself on a Sunday with the newspapers out on the porch in summer.

We have chef here called Aristos Papandroulakis ironically (maybe) his restaurant was voted the worst in a certain state.

No kidding.

I feel a tiny bit fancy now, though, because I actually have and use a salt cellar. Without a salt spoon, though. I think I have a leftover baby spoon somewhere. Maybe I can call it a salt spoon instead of feeling embarrassed that the "baby" is 13 and I still haven't gotten rid of the spoon.

Don't tell feralkittymom, but we just pass the open jar of jam around the table and scoop the jam out with our table knives.

I was surprised that I actually enjoyed kippers.

Kippers are definitely better than haggis.

Really faint praise, that.

FKM -- I feel this great urgency now to have you give me a list of everything I need in the kitchen, just so that I can simulate being an adult and possibly, at some point in the distant future, a civilized one as well (with the ultimate stamp of approval coming from ATAT's Mom).

(My current kitchen utensils consist of a very brightly colored set of 4 that I reluctantly bought from Target [thus increasing my total utensil count by 1000+%] + a couple of mismatched spoons and forks procured approximately 10+ years ago when......my mother visited [she.was.not.impressed]).

I wish I had thought to use that with the woman. Something like "Dealing with you was not as terrible as eating haggis" when she would complain I never told her anything positive about therapy.
I went to the UK several times with my person (she was post-modern brit) and she absolutely adored the full english breakfasts they served at the small hotels we stayed at (she had a couple of favorites that were near the british museum). So, since I was there, I thought why not try kippers (I liked) and black pudding (I decidedly did not).

I usually just put peanut butter and jelly on the toast and eat it over the kitchen sink. I put more effort into making decent tea or coffee. But breakfast food, unless I have someone over, is not a formal affair for me. Most of the time it is non-existent.

Yes! The Sunday New York Times and breakfast on the porch is......bliss (currently slightly marred by my ultra liberal hippie neighbor’s unmanageable dogs — I’m considering putting up a MAGA banner on my patio to repulse all things neighbor).

Kippers? I know what haggis is (gag)...but not heard of kippers.

What exactly is a salt cellar?

LOL. That would work, I guarantee

I think* kippers are like smelts? Little fishes. I don't mind them, just not in the morning. The only part of a traditional Japanese breakfast I couldn't stomach is the piece of soy simmered mackeral. Ewww.

A salt cellar is just a tiny, like @ 2" wide, bowl to serve salt. They're also easy to come by at antique stores cheap. They can also be re-purposed as candle holders/ tea light holders, too. Not sure when "shakers" came into being, but I'd guess like a lot of things, it started with soldiers on the battlefield in WW1.

FKM -- I feel this great urgency now to have you give me a list of everything I need in the kitchen, just so that I can simulate being an adult and possibly, at some point in the distant future, a civilized one as well (with the ultimate stamp of approval coming from ATAT's Mom).

Really depends upon whether you cook (I do, so if I let myself, I'd have all manner of odd cookware), and whether you are addicted to pottery of all sorts (thank your lucky stars that you are not!)