I Didn’t Buy Eggs

I didn’t buy eggs because, as you know, I suffer from ‘puppy syndrome’ (the inability to control myself when it comes to food.)

And if I don’t buy eggs, then I won’t be tempted to eat said eggs (which are not good for my cholesterol.)

Along comes the 4^th of July.

Big food holiday.

At least in our family.

It requires copious amounts of red meat and mayonnaise-y salads.

But I didn’t buy eggs.

So I can’t make potato or macaroni salad. 

Because my mother’s recipes require hard boiled eggs.

Instead I opt to slice the potatoes paper thin and bake them to a delicious see through crispiness in the oven.

Because I didn’t buy eggs.

My oven only has two racks so I am limited to the amount of potato chips I can make, therefore saving me from myself and my aforementioned ‘puppy syndrome’.

We have chicken burgers and homemade potato chips and carrot sticks. A healthy meal I’m sure my doctor would approve, all because I didn’t buy eggs!

I feel downright saintly! 

Excuse me, I have to go polish my halo now……..