Every 6 months or so I get an over-whelming craving for a hard-boiled egg. I don’t know why, it’s just one of those things. Well, actually this time I do know why. I was reading Bukowski and he said:
I finished my beer, got up and found a bottle of vodka, one of scotch and sat down again. I mixed them with water; I smoked cigars, and ate beef jerky, chips, and hard-boiled eggs.
What? Doesn’t that make you want a hard-boiled egg?
At any rate, I never remember how long to boil the things so I always have to look it up. One “recipe” (it’s boiling water for chrissakes) said to add salt to the water towards the end of the cooking process, which will apparently help the egg to be easier to peel. To which I say:
what the fuck? Who the hell has trouble peeling a hard-boiled egg?!