Vintage Thingie Thursday-Rolling Pin

Enlarged so you could read the sign better.  I have researched, but could not find a rolling pin this size or what it could have been used for. It sure would smooth out a lot of dough.

No doubt, Coloradolady and her vintage friends will fascinate you with much more interesting vintage thingies. Check them out http://coloradolady.blogspot.com or click her button.

Tail Light REDnesday

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It was a very cherry world here over the weekend.  We were blessed with some much needed rain.  Just the kind that would do some good.  Slow - with time to soak. in. Sue and her REDnesday friends are meeting at http://suelovescherries.blogspot.com.  Take a minute to drop by and see what reds catch your eye.

The wonderful, wonderful rain.  Still can see the red tail lights.

All my reds today are rather small.  However, without them could cause something big.

An assortment of red scattered in this traffic stop.

Several different vehicles showing off their reds.

Bad Egg Day

My camera is always with me, but forget to take in when I go to a store or restaurant.  I regret I did not have it with me last Saturday when having breakfast out. So all the images you see are from the internet.

When I eat an egg, it has to be done.  I have ordered mine over well and break the yellow all my life..  Never had a problem until last Saturday.

Not sure what nationality the waitress was.  One thing for sure, we could not communicate. I gave her my order which included the one egg. I could tell from her expression, she did not understand. When she brought my order, this was what my egg looked like.  Never was the word scrambled mentioned.  I politely told her that was not what I wanted. Tried to explain as simple as I could.  Take the egg, break it, punch a hole in the yellow where it runs over the white and fry well.

The next time she came back, this is what I got.  The yolk is still in tack and not well done.  The white was.  I also ordered two pieces of bacon, crisp and well done.  I got four of the greasiest ever. At that point, I asked how old the cook was.  She said 24.  Well I could see I was fighting a losing battle.  Gave up and ate what I could. To top it off, she brought the bacon and a square biscuit (more like a  dry roll) on one large platter.  On another large platter, was the poor egg and a small bowl of gravy, which I did not want. It would all have had plenty room on one.  That place has definitely been marked off my list of eating establishments.

This is the way I like my eggs cooked.  The ones I got never came close to this.

If I did not tell you, I am sure you would never identify these. They relate to the egg saga.   I decided to make me some cornbread muffins.  While they were cooking, I was going to check the internet for egg images.  Engrossed in what I was doing, forgot all about my muffins.  I do not hear well and must not smell well either.  Never did I smell the muffins or smoke from the oven. Finally, when the light came on in my head I was cooking muffins, they had cooked to a crisp black.  Too late.

Sorry to say, there are just some days you cannot win.