how not to boil an egg

I learned something interesting about myself a couple of days ago. It was decided that we’d be having egg sandwich for merienda and then this sudden, nagging realization hit me. Apparently I don’t know how to boil an egg! I admit I no professional but I’m not exactly clueless when it comes to cooking!
How it this possible?

Here’s what happened: I dropped the eggs when the water in the pan started to boil and used a ladle to slide the eggs one by one onto the pan. An egg falls off and lands onto the adjacent burner. Okay, I thought, this isn’t starting so well. Then, just as each egg plunges onto the boiling water, the shell cracks and releases parts…okay, most of its contents. 

After a couple of minutes of apprehension, I began to wonder if the eggs were already done – at least the parts that remained inside the shell. How can you tell? I’m not exactly a fan of soft boiled eggs. I asked my mom but it seems that she is as clueless as I am.    

All I all, the end product was good. The egg mixture was light, creamy, with just the right balance of salt and tang. I wouldn’t exactly call it gourmet but it wasn’t bad either considering the all turmoil / havoc that had occurred.

What can I say? I’m partly amused but I must confess I’m generally mortified. Needless to say, I will definitely try again to redeem myself and reclaim my shattered egg-o (pun intended).

a cat formerly known as "lulu"

Our cat, Cat-y, gave birth to 5 kittens last week. I am reminded of the time when my then 7 year-old niece adopted a stray cat and called her "Lulu". Before leaving for school she asked the maid to make sure to give Lulu some milk and to give her a bath. The maid happens to be bisaya and kept wondering the whole morning why on earth she would have to give "Lolo" (grandfather) a bath! Later that day it was decied to change Lulu's name to Cat-y.


This photo was taken in October 12, 2008, a couple of days after Cat-y was adopted.