One of the known dangers of eating scrambled eggs is the eggshell. Despite extreme care, it is always possible that little fragments will wind up in the egg and not be fished out. This is one of my biggest pet peeves (it carries over to boiled or otherwise prepared eggs as well) and I am almost fanatical about making sure that no shell dared to spoil the meal. There is not much worse of a feeling (when eating) than biting down on that crunchy piece of shell.
It is rare that I have people over to my house but, on occasion, I do. I actually enjoy cooking and don't mind feeding folks, I'm just a bit of a hermit in general. I had a couple of people over last night and it came to my attention that eating at my house is very similar to eating scrambled eggs. Dangers lurk within the food, unwary eater beware!
I spent a lot of time making sure the place was clean in preparation for company, including wiping the kitchen counters down meticulously. I made pasta and you should imagine my chagrin at noticing two white cat hairs on the boiler as I drained the excess water. Yes, hair lurks at my home and I probably ingest it unknowingly on a daily basis. Who can help it with so many furry, four-legged children plus myself who is not deficient in that category. If they noticed the extra add-ins, they refrained from comment. Guess I'll know if I ever try to invite them back over...
5 years ago
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While at the pediatrician's office, the Dr. finished his ear exam of my son and told me there was a dog hair in his ear.
Funny how certain things stick in your memory - 30+ years ago I remember being at a party at a friend's house and being served pizza and it seemed like there was a pet hair in every bite. Don't remember if they had a cat or dog. Everyone else ate it and noone else said anything so I didn't either. Now I have one of the highest shedding dogs and I try very hard not to get any hair into food especially if I have guests!
I am also sure I ingest a lot of hair (with 2 dogs and 4 cats, well, duh!) but try to avoid serving it to guests. Also, to avoid blanketing guests' clothing with the stuff, I keep sofas and chairs covered with sheets at all times until just before company arrives. But invariably, someone will be fashionably dressed in black and on arising from the sofa, the wayward cat fur is clinging stubbornly to their posterior. (But why else would they call it FURniture??)!!
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