In a span of less than 24 hours, the Redskins traded away what turned out to be their 2 biggest headaches from the last 2 years. Albert Haynesworth (or as I like to call him “Dana Stubblefield the 2nd”) was mercifully sent packing to the New England Patriots, who should basically have something hanging above their personnel offices that reads, “We will take whatever malcontent players you have, and turn them into stars again.” 1st though went Donovan McNabb to the Vikings for a lowly 6th round pick next year (and a possible performance-based 6th round pick the year after). At the time the Skins acquired McNabb from Philly a little over a year ago, I thought it was a great get for the team…just as I had thought so many trades and free agent signings were great pickups for them in years past. McNabb was a 6 time Pro Bowler, and he had tortured Redskins fans as a member of the Eagles twice a year for a decade. While he was finally starting to show some signs of aging, barring a freak injury it appeared that McNabb still had at least a couple of good years left before his skills went into major decline. He didn’t seem to be ancient yet by any means, and Redskins fans (or me) dreamed of at best a long term solution at the quarterback position; at worst, he would be a better than serviceable player for 2 or 3 years. No one, including myself, would have thought that McNabb would suffer through only 1 largely forgettable season in D.C. (Although maybe that’s not true in retrospect. Maybe the Eagles, who traded McNabb to a team in their own division, knew something that nobody else did.) Now, the Redskins perpetual search for a long-term solution at QB will continue, as during week 1 of this season they will use something like their 17th starting QB in 13 seasons.
What happened in the nation’s capital with McNabb is largely a mystery to me. On paper, it seemed like a perfect marriage of player, coach, and system. McNabb is in his mid-30’s now, but he had been largely productive over the last couple of years. Mike Shanahan likes mobile veteran QB’s; McNabb is a mobile veteran QB. Shanahan ran a version of the West Coast offense all those years in Denver; McNabb had run Andy Reid’s variation of the West Coast offense for basically his entire career. And yet something just never clicked…some wondered whether McNabb had gotten himself into good physical shape prior to the year. He seemed to want to ingrain himself into the D.C. community from the start, as if he wanted to make it a long-term home of his, and McNabb, as he has done his entire career, always said the right things in the public eye…which is refreshing on the one hand, but also because of that the cynical side of you always wonders, almost like a politician, if anything that comes out of his mouth has any truth to it at all. Probably the most important factor in all of this was that McNabb, for whatever reason, simply did not perform on the field. Each game early on in the year, I waited for McNabb, who was a streaky passer his whole career, to all of a sudden catch fire in a game and carry the entire offense for a quarter or 2 at a time…but that just never seemed to happen. Maybe McNabb’s skills weren’t suited for Shanahan’s offense at all. Maybe he really wasn’t in great football shape that year as some had said. Maybe (and this is something that has unfortunately been racially “coded” into football talk over the years when discussing black QB’s) McNabb just wasn’t getting the complexities of the playcalling. For whatever reasons, the team, and more specifically the offense, was not seeing positive results. And when that happens, 2 people (rightly or wrongly) are going to get the bulk of the blame: the head coach and the QB. Now, I personally wanted to give McNabb the benefit of the doubt. 1st year with a new team, a lousy offensive line, a mediocre crop of receivers, no running game to speak of…not exactly a conducive environment for a quarterback to be productive. (Truthfully, I think the “17 QB’s in 13 seasons” comment I made earlier had some weight on my perspective as well. I felt the same way with Jason Campbell before McNabb: just let him stick around, and build pieces around him. Sure, he might not be a franchise QB at this point, but you could do worse. Plus, it would be nice to have some continuity for a change, and for the love of God can we not spend any more money or draft picks in trying to get a QB?)
But even if all that was true, it became evident about halfway through last year that McNabb was not performing at an NFL starting QB level. Furthermore, it seemed that not only had he somehow lost favor with the coaching staff somewhere along the line, but there even seemed to be an antagonistic relationship there as well. Neither party bad-mouthed the other through the media, but everyone got the feeling they weren’t exactly seeing eye-to-eye and playing nicely behind closed doors. Adding insult to injury, it’s not like the Redskins got this guy off the scrap heap for a late round draft pick. The Washington coaching staff and player personnel department were convinced prior to acquiring him that McNabb was still the real deal. They not only paid him a lot of money (they did with Haynesworth as well, but as long as the Redskins manage the salary cap I don’t think that’s a big deal given that Dan Snyder has proven himself to be a walking breathing ATM), but they gave up to 2 early round draft picks in this past spring’s draft to get him as well…which means 2 things. 1st, they absolutely whiffed in their assessment of McNabb. 2nd, they continued the trend that the previous personnel regime started of wasting away draft picks to acquire high-priced veteran players. In the NFL, draft picks are the life blood of your team. They build your depth, and they are relatively inexpensive. The Redskins throw away draft picks like they don’t matter at all. (In the trade for McNabb and the trade dealing him away, the Redskins essentially traded 2nd and 4th round picks for a 6th round pick…nice going.) So, as I said before, McNabb is gone, and his brief stint as a Redskin will be barely remembered some 20 years from now. He will be lumped into that same list of revolving mostly forgettable QB’s over the last several years with Jeff George, Tony Banks, Danny Wuerffel, Patrick Ramsey, and Rex Grossman. John Beck is another name that is probably not far behind from being put on that list.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Belated NBA Wrap-Up
It’s weird that it’s already halfway through July, and I haven’t written anything about the NBA Finals yet. 1st, I just have to say that this was the all-around most entertaining and compelling NBA season I can remember. And really, the postseason wasn’t spectacular. Obviously, there was a lot of drama and plenty of storylines revolving around the Finals, but the rest of the playoffs weren’t exactly of superb quality. Still, I can’t think of an NBA season that I watched more of including the regular season from start to finish than this one (all that, and this lockout is threatening to shorten or even cancel the upcoming season all together)…and this season wouldn’t have been half as compelling if it weren’t for “the big 3” (or more specifically LeBron James) landing in Miami. LeBron’s decision and the Heat were, as the saying goes, the rising tide that lifted all the other boats.
Now, for full disclosure’s sake I am a LeBron fan. If it weren’t for the way he announced the taking of his talents to South Beach or the pompous preseason victory parade (“not 5, not 6, not 7…”) I wouldn’t have really had any problem with his choice to leave Cleveland. Even aside from that, many people think LeBron is too coddled, too sheltered, and too catered to. That may all be true, but I can’t help but admire his skill set and his athletic gifts. He is, in the most positive sense of the word, a freak of nature. I think it’s because of that that LeBron-haters and fans alike were somewhat baffled at his uneven Finals series performance.
I’m one of those people who would say after stepping back and looking at the whole picture that this past Miami season was a success. If I told you that a team went from winning only 40-some games and getting bounced in the 1st round of the playoffs one season to losing in the NBA Finals the next, you would probably count that as a monumental improvement, right? Well, that’s exactly what the Heat did in one season. Now, with all the hype surrounding this team and the expectations that they put on themselves it’s probably not fair to view things in quite that way, but you see my point.
The overwhelming majority will say that LeBron choked in the Finals (or at the very least seemed to vanish for large portions of games at a time). I see it as partly that, but I think there were other factors as well. 1st, we have come to view LeBron as superhuman over the course of his career in terms of his durability. There is evidence that other stars, like Wade and Kobe, will begin to physically break down at this point in their careers when they are logging major minutes. LeBron just seems indestructible. Even in the ultra-intense, extra-physical postseason he was playing what seemed like 45 minutes a night without showing any signs of wear and tear. Maybe after 20-some games he was just out of gas. In the normally worthless segments where they would show a miked-up coach’s huddle, a number of times we heard Coach Spoelstra say something like, “You cannot get tired,” to LeBron. Maybe in the end LeBron was human after all.
What further magnified LeBron’s performance (or lack thereof) was Wade’s own superman act in the Finals. The juxtaposition of Wade playing like a madman with LeBron’s disappearing act made him look even more putrid. Wade, other than a costly turnover at the end of Game 5 I believe, played great…LeBron did not. But in today’s 24-7 news cycle world, how quickly people forget what happened a week or 2 before. Both LeBron and Wade were at the tops of their respective games in the Boston series (as for the most part they made Paul Pierce and Ray Allen look like 2 guys from the 50 and over league who accidentally stepped onto the court where the young bucks play), but in the Chicago series it was LeBron who almost singlehandedly willed Miami into the next round while Wade looked lost, slow, and injured. (To me, LeBron just about did it all against the Bulls: run the offense, score, rebound, and oh-by-the-way be the defensive stopper on the other team’s best player and reigning league MVP. By the way, I know it’s not how the MVP voting works, but if you want any evidence to why LeBron probably should’ve been the regular season MVP again all you need to do is look at Cleveland’s regular season record the previous 2 or 3 years and compare it with this year’s. With LeBron, they still probably didn’t have enough talent to win a title, but they were a 60+ win team. Without him, they couldn’t win 20.)
To me, the difference in LeBron in the playoffs (aside from a puzzling Game 4 performance) can be summed up by a quote Jeff Van Gundy uses a lot: “it’s a make or miss league.” It is virtually impossible to stop LeBron from getting off what is for him a makeable jumpshot. At the end of the day if he makes those shots, there’s nothing you can do. If he misses, you live to fight another day. Against Boston and Chicago, he was raining down jumpers from everywhere: pull-ups, 3’s, tough contested turn-arounds…against Dallas, those shots weren’t falling. In addition to that, LeBron inexplicably didn’t get to the free throw line at all in the Finals. Part of this was that he didn’t seem to take the ball to the basket as often. Part of it was because Dallas was able to contest most of his shots without fouling. And part of it was that refs just decided that a certain amount of contact wasn’t going to be a foul in that series. It’s not necessarily bad officiating; it’s just how the game was being called. In past series, some body contact on the way the rim might have constituted a whistle. Against Dallas, the officials made it clear early and often that that wasn’t going to be a foul.
2 things still bother me about LeBron’s game. The 1st thing is that he has still yet to develop a consistent post game or midrange jumpshot. Similar to what Kobe did after several years in the league, he got in the gym one summer following a season and worked relentlessly on those 2 things. LeBron would probably not even need to master as many moves as Kobe because he is bigger, stronger, and can jump higher. He needs to be able get the ball at the top of the key, take one dribble to get to a spot along the free throw line, elevate, and hit that shot. He also needs to just learn a turnaround and/or jumphook in the low post turning over either shoulder. That’s it. The 2nd thing is that for some reason, as big, strong, and athletic as he is, he doesn’t always seem to take the ball as strong to the hoop as he could. Shawn Marion is a decent-sized, athletic wing defender. LeBron is an inch taller, 50 lb. heavier, and can probably jump over him. There’s no need for LeBron to double and triple clutch on drives to the basket. I’m not sure if I will ever quite figure that out…unless he truly did just finally get fatigued.
And while I said from the beginning that the season shouldn’t be looked at as a failure, because of all that the title was right there for the taking. Sure, this was Miami’s 1st season with this group, Mike Bibby and Mike Miller couldn’t hit wide open shots to save their lives, and most of the rest of the Heat’s roster was utter garbage, but they were 2 games from winning a championship against a Dallas team that was flawed as well. On paper, regardless of their seeding I looked at Dallas as the weaker team in all 4 of their series. And yet in spite of all that in the end it just seemed like it was their time. In a complete contradiction to what I just said it didn’t seem as if Miami so much lost the series as Dallas won it, and by the end Dallas truly did look like the better team. I’m happy that a bunch of their vets finally got a ring. Especially Dirk and J-Kidd…it just seemed like both were too good of players to go their whole careers without at least getting one. One can only hope that after maybe the greatest start-to-finish NBA season ever that this labor issue can get solved, and we won’t miss out on 2011-2012.
Now, for full disclosure’s sake I am a LeBron fan. If it weren’t for the way he announced the taking of his talents to South Beach or the pompous preseason victory parade (“not 5, not 6, not 7…”) I wouldn’t have really had any problem with his choice to leave Cleveland. Even aside from that, many people think LeBron is too coddled, too sheltered, and too catered to. That may all be true, but I can’t help but admire his skill set and his athletic gifts. He is, in the most positive sense of the word, a freak of nature. I think it’s because of that that LeBron-haters and fans alike were somewhat baffled at his uneven Finals series performance.
I’m one of those people who would say after stepping back and looking at the whole picture that this past Miami season was a success. If I told you that a team went from winning only 40-some games and getting bounced in the 1st round of the playoffs one season to losing in the NBA Finals the next, you would probably count that as a monumental improvement, right? Well, that’s exactly what the Heat did in one season. Now, with all the hype surrounding this team and the expectations that they put on themselves it’s probably not fair to view things in quite that way, but you see my point.
The overwhelming majority will say that LeBron choked in the Finals (or at the very least seemed to vanish for large portions of games at a time). I see it as partly that, but I think there were other factors as well. 1st, we have come to view LeBron as superhuman over the course of his career in terms of his durability. There is evidence that other stars, like Wade and Kobe, will begin to physically break down at this point in their careers when they are logging major minutes. LeBron just seems indestructible. Even in the ultra-intense, extra-physical postseason he was playing what seemed like 45 minutes a night without showing any signs of wear and tear. Maybe after 20-some games he was just out of gas. In the normally worthless segments where they would show a miked-up coach’s huddle, a number of times we heard Coach Spoelstra say something like, “You cannot get tired,” to LeBron. Maybe in the end LeBron was human after all.
What further magnified LeBron’s performance (or lack thereof) was Wade’s own superman act in the Finals. The juxtaposition of Wade playing like a madman with LeBron’s disappearing act made him look even more putrid. Wade, other than a costly turnover at the end of Game 5 I believe, played great…LeBron did not. But in today’s 24-7 news cycle world, how quickly people forget what happened a week or 2 before. Both LeBron and Wade were at the tops of their respective games in the Boston series (as for the most part they made Paul Pierce and Ray Allen look like 2 guys from the 50 and over league who accidentally stepped onto the court where the young bucks play), but in the Chicago series it was LeBron who almost singlehandedly willed Miami into the next round while Wade looked lost, slow, and injured. (To me, LeBron just about did it all against the Bulls: run the offense, score, rebound, and oh-by-the-way be the defensive stopper on the other team’s best player and reigning league MVP. By the way, I know it’s not how the MVP voting works, but if you want any evidence to why LeBron probably should’ve been the regular season MVP again all you need to do is look at Cleveland’s regular season record the previous 2 or 3 years and compare it with this year’s. With LeBron, they still probably didn’t have enough talent to win a title, but they were a 60+ win team. Without him, they couldn’t win 20.)
To me, the difference in LeBron in the playoffs (aside from a puzzling Game 4 performance) can be summed up by a quote Jeff Van Gundy uses a lot: “it’s a make or miss league.” It is virtually impossible to stop LeBron from getting off what is for him a makeable jumpshot. At the end of the day if he makes those shots, there’s nothing you can do. If he misses, you live to fight another day. Against Boston and Chicago, he was raining down jumpers from everywhere: pull-ups, 3’s, tough contested turn-arounds…against Dallas, those shots weren’t falling. In addition to that, LeBron inexplicably didn’t get to the free throw line at all in the Finals. Part of this was that he didn’t seem to take the ball to the basket as often. Part of it was because Dallas was able to contest most of his shots without fouling. And part of it was that refs just decided that a certain amount of contact wasn’t going to be a foul in that series. It’s not necessarily bad officiating; it’s just how the game was being called. In past series, some body contact on the way the rim might have constituted a whistle. Against Dallas, the officials made it clear early and often that that wasn’t going to be a foul.
2 things still bother me about LeBron’s game. The 1st thing is that he has still yet to develop a consistent post game or midrange jumpshot. Similar to what Kobe did after several years in the league, he got in the gym one summer following a season and worked relentlessly on those 2 things. LeBron would probably not even need to master as many moves as Kobe because he is bigger, stronger, and can jump higher. He needs to be able get the ball at the top of the key, take one dribble to get to a spot along the free throw line, elevate, and hit that shot. He also needs to just learn a turnaround and/or jumphook in the low post turning over either shoulder. That’s it. The 2nd thing is that for some reason, as big, strong, and athletic as he is, he doesn’t always seem to take the ball as strong to the hoop as he could. Shawn Marion is a decent-sized, athletic wing defender. LeBron is an inch taller, 50 lb. heavier, and can probably jump over him. There’s no need for LeBron to double and triple clutch on drives to the basket. I’m not sure if I will ever quite figure that out…unless he truly did just finally get fatigued.
And while I said from the beginning that the season shouldn’t be looked at as a failure, because of all that the title was right there for the taking. Sure, this was Miami’s 1st season with this group, Mike Bibby and Mike Miller couldn’t hit wide open shots to save their lives, and most of the rest of the Heat’s roster was utter garbage, but they were 2 games from winning a championship against a Dallas team that was flawed as well. On paper, regardless of their seeding I looked at Dallas as the weaker team in all 4 of their series. And yet in spite of all that in the end it just seemed like it was their time. In a complete contradiction to what I just said it didn’t seem as if Miami so much lost the series as Dallas won it, and by the end Dallas truly did look like the better team. I’m happy that a bunch of their vets finally got a ring. Especially Dirk and J-Kidd…it just seemed like both were too good of players to go their whole careers without at least getting one. One can only hope that after maybe the greatest start-to-finish NBA season ever that this labor issue can get solved, and we won’t miss out on 2011-2012.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Egg-Credible
The dog days of summer are really the dog days of sports too. No football or basketball means we are relegated to things like golf, tennis, and soccer. I’m not saying that I haven’t watched any of these over the past couple of weeks, but I doubt you’re going to find me caring enough to publish a blog post about any of them. Baseball I actually enjoy following from time to time, but the times I’ve actually sat through entire baseball game from start to finish on TV lately are probably few and far between. The lack of sports topics combined with how busy work has been lately all adds up to, for lack of a smarter sounding way to put it, not a lot of writing by me…but something happened last night that compelled me to open up a blank Microsoft Word document and start typing.
(Fair warning: for anyone who may randomly come across this blog when trolling through the barren wasteland of the Internet, don’t expect anything particularly profound to be revealed here in the next few paragraphs…there, I think that is a proper disclaimer.)
My wife Krissy is allergic to a good number of things. I feel bad because even though she may love to pet a cute and cuddly puppy or go on a cleaning rampage at her parents’ house it doesn’t change the fact that the dog hair or dust turns her into a sneezy, itchy, eye-watery person. All of that sucks, but to be completely selfish and narcissistic for a moment there is only one of these allergies that really affect me (I will be eating my words 5 years from now when I really want to bring home that black lab or German shepherd pup): eggs. It wasn’t until a few years ago that Krissy went to the allergist to see what in fact she was allergic to. There were a bunch of the usual suspects that we already expected like animal hair, dust, pollen, etc., but when eggs was cited as one of the things she was allergic to it pretty much rocked our worlds. You would have thought that one of us had just found out we had a terminal disease or something, but it was a dagger on a couple of levels. 1st, it just seemed like (especially to me, who isn’t really allergic to anything) a really random thing to be random to. 2nd, we had eggs all the time. Eggs were one of our favorite things to eat: scrambled eggs, poached eggs, hard-boiled eggs, egg salad. You name it, we ate it, and yet we never knew. After that, it started to make sense why Krissy would get headaches a lot of times in the mid-morning…coincidentally on a morning where we had eggs for breakfast earlier.
I think one of the very 1st times I slept over Krissy’s apartment when we 1st started dating she made her egg specialty, “bread eggs.” Bread eggs consist of buttered toast with a little hole cut out of the middle of the bread. The toast is put in the frying pan, and an egg is cracked in the middle of that hole. The white of the egg seeps through the bottom of the hole and cooks while congealing with the underside of the bread, and the yolk sits in the middle of the whole. The gooey goodness of the semi-cooked yolk is like the cherry on the top of the sundae. (That little bread hole is then perfect for sopping up the extra yolk that invariably spills out as you’re trying to eat the whole thing.) I’ve heard of other names for this concoction since like “a Cyclops,” but no one had ever quite made eggs like that before, so just like that I had a new favorite way to eat them.
Now, it might seem odd that Krissy’s egg allergy would have any kind of effect on me. After all, what’s to stop me from continuing to buy eggs and eat them on my own? Well, the problem was that I wasn’t the only one in the house that loved eating eggs, and despite the fact that she knew what they would do to her, anytime I made eggs for myself Krissy couldn’t help making some to eat for herself or trying a little taste of mine. (Her reaction to them was pretty sensitive for a while too. She would make brownies or something, which take an egg or 2 to make the batter, and even licking a smidge of the uncooked batter off of a spoon would make her feel not too hot.) Anyway, I figured it was just easier to not have them in the house at all, so we stopped buying them. On rare occasions, we would buy a half dozen so she could make brownies again or something, and I would devour them the 1st chance that I got when I was home alone…partially to eliminate the temptation for her and partially because I’m a pig. So when Krissy got re-tested by the allergist this past week she had hopes that the shots she had been getting would have cured most of her allergies. Some were much better. Some, like her reaction to animal hair, were as bad as ever. She even discovered she had allergies to a couple of things they forgot to test last time, like milk and corn. However, one of the things that showed slight improvement was her reaction to eggs. I’m honestly not sure who was happier out of the 2 of us. Naturally, we celebrated by having an egg feast over the last couple of days. Last night, I made sort of an omelet for myself for dinner, and Krissy hard-boiled some eggs for her to cut up and put into a salad. We made enough hard-boiled eggs so that I could make myself an egg salad sandwich for lunch at work today. Together we are basking in the glory of eggs again, and there’s no looking back now.
(Fair warning: for anyone who may randomly come across this blog when trolling through the barren wasteland of the Internet, don’t expect anything particularly profound to be revealed here in the next few paragraphs…there, I think that is a proper disclaimer.)
My wife Krissy is allergic to a good number of things. I feel bad because even though she may love to pet a cute and cuddly puppy or go on a cleaning rampage at her parents’ house it doesn’t change the fact that the dog hair or dust turns her into a sneezy, itchy, eye-watery person. All of that sucks, but to be completely selfish and narcissistic for a moment there is only one of these allergies that really affect me (I will be eating my words 5 years from now when I really want to bring home that black lab or German shepherd pup): eggs. It wasn’t until a few years ago that Krissy went to the allergist to see what in fact she was allergic to. There were a bunch of the usual suspects that we already expected like animal hair, dust, pollen, etc., but when eggs was cited as one of the things she was allergic to it pretty much rocked our worlds. You would have thought that one of us had just found out we had a terminal disease or something, but it was a dagger on a couple of levels. 1st, it just seemed like (especially to me, who isn’t really allergic to anything) a really random thing to be random to. 2nd, we had eggs all the time. Eggs were one of our favorite things to eat: scrambled eggs, poached eggs, hard-boiled eggs, egg salad. You name it, we ate it, and yet we never knew. After that, it started to make sense why Krissy would get headaches a lot of times in the mid-morning…coincidentally on a morning where we had eggs for breakfast earlier.
I think one of the very 1st times I slept over Krissy’s apartment when we 1st started dating she made her egg specialty, “bread eggs.” Bread eggs consist of buttered toast with a little hole cut out of the middle of the bread. The toast is put in the frying pan, and an egg is cracked in the middle of that hole. The white of the egg seeps through the bottom of the hole and cooks while congealing with the underside of the bread, and the yolk sits in the middle of the whole. The gooey goodness of the semi-cooked yolk is like the cherry on the top of the sundae. (That little bread hole is then perfect for sopping up the extra yolk that invariably spills out as you’re trying to eat the whole thing.) I’ve heard of other names for this concoction since like “a Cyclops,” but no one had ever quite made eggs like that before, so just like that I had a new favorite way to eat them.
Now, it might seem odd that Krissy’s egg allergy would have any kind of effect on me. After all, what’s to stop me from continuing to buy eggs and eat them on my own? Well, the problem was that I wasn’t the only one in the house that loved eating eggs, and despite the fact that she knew what they would do to her, anytime I made eggs for myself Krissy couldn’t help making some to eat for herself or trying a little taste of mine. (Her reaction to them was pretty sensitive for a while too. She would make brownies or something, which take an egg or 2 to make the batter, and even licking a smidge of the uncooked batter off of a spoon would make her feel not too hot.) Anyway, I figured it was just easier to not have them in the house at all, so we stopped buying them. On rare occasions, we would buy a half dozen so she could make brownies again or something, and I would devour them the 1st chance that I got when I was home alone…partially to eliminate the temptation for her and partially because I’m a pig. So when Krissy got re-tested by the allergist this past week she had hopes that the shots she had been getting would have cured most of her allergies. Some were much better. Some, like her reaction to animal hair, were as bad as ever. She even discovered she had allergies to a couple of things they forgot to test last time, like milk and corn. However, one of the things that showed slight improvement was her reaction to eggs. I’m honestly not sure who was happier out of the 2 of us. Naturally, we celebrated by having an egg feast over the last couple of days. Last night, I made sort of an omelet for myself for dinner, and Krissy hard-boiled some eggs for her to cut up and put into a salad. We made enough hard-boiled eggs so that I could make myself an egg salad sandwich for lunch at work today. Together we are basking in the glory of eggs again, and there’s no looking back now.
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