Before I get started, here is what you need to know about eggs:http://www.puissance.ca/blog/2007/08/05/ordering-eggs-at-a-restaurant/
I like my eggs somewhere between over medium and hard. Ihop tells me it's called "over medium well", and when I order them like that there, they are almost always correct. They look like the picture of the soft boiled egg except their fried. There is this one place here in Houston that always makes my eggs horribly wrong. This last time I ordered my eggs "over medium well" and they were easy... barely. The time before that, they were just shy of sunny side up. That's not even close! If you order eggs over medium, it makes more sense that, if the cook doesn't make them right, they'd end up hard. They are always really runny. To be honest, I'll eat eggs almost any way, but I prefer them over medium well. So, I don't usually say anything. This leads me to my question:
What do I do if my eggs are served wrong? I know it will piss off the cook if I send them back, and the chances of them getting them right the second time are about the same as they were when I asked the first time. If they don't know how to make eggs to order in the first place, sending them back won't do any good. So, do I just suck it up and eat the eggs or do I send them back?
Any thoughts would be appreciated. This happens to me all the time. Even I ca
I used to work with this girl who was I like to call "sunshine dependent". She was the happiest, cheeriest, best person to work with... if the sun was out. If it was totally overcast, she was listless and glum. Partly cloudy didn't bother her because would still shine that day.
I am the opposite.
I love cloudy days. I don't want them 100% of the time, but a nice 80/20 split would be awesome. We have had nothing but heat, humidity, and glaring sun here in Houston this summer (and every summer). Yesterday, it rained. It rained all day. Some places flooded, but Houston is a swamp, it floods. [side note: One thing I never understood about Houston drivers is how freaked out they get about rain. Do they fail to realize this is a subtropical zone? Do they fail to realize that hurricanes happen here? Do they fail to realize that Houston is a swamp? Why do the people always freak out about stuff that happens several times a year?] It was glorious. I was so excited to be outside and enjoying the lovely change. It finally got into the 70's... during the day! It was so amazing. It felt like summer up north, but all the Houstonians kept saying how excited they are for fall. Ugh. Today, it was in the 70's again, but the sun was out. The sun here is terrible. If you were to spend the whole day in the shade, it would be perfect, but the sun scorches. I miss the north. I want more cloudy, cold days. Sometimes, when it rains, I sit inside and I imagine it's in the 40's and that I should be knitting and doing fall things indoors. Then I take the dog outside and it's in the 80's with 100% humidity. Ugh.
I'm not saying that one place is better than the other, I'm just saying that different places are better for different people. Living here has taught me which kind of place I would like to spend the rest of my days in. I think the northwest will suit my needs. :)
I recently got the opportunity to care for a newborn kitten. I named him Cat'thulu, and he was wonderful. I got him when he was about 4 days old and I bottle fed him. He made great strides. It's interesting the different milestones that a kitten has versus a human. I remember when he opened his eyes (he looked crazed), I remember when he first peed on his own (you have to help newborn kittens relieve themselves), I remember when he first learned to jump (it was hilarious and he didn't actually make it anywhere), I remember when he first started playing (a green ribbon got smacked around a bit), I remember the first time he followed me around the apartment and was actually able to keep up (I giggled the whole time because he kept falling over), and I remember holding him for hours before he passed.
He had some fluid in his lungs, which is very dangerous for kittens. Most don't survive once it happens. He required a lot of care (as a newborn does) and he consumed my life for two weeks. He was wonderful. So, here are some pictures of the little dude.
Remember that patchwork I was working on? (Crafty)
Well, here is the completed piece! I can honestly say that this is the first legit sewing project I have done. I have done little things here and there, but this was my first undertaking that required extensive measuring. I love me some patchwork. So, it's just patchworked cotton in black and white and then red satin. It's going to be lovely to sleep on. :)
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