3 Things to Ease My Midwestern Guilt

It's a scientific fact, you know, that, born in the Midwest, you will never be free of guilt.  So to balance my annoyances rant yesterday, as I promised (because you are all waiting with baited breath on the edge of your seat and other such clichés)...

A little lopsided and missing a few other necessary parts (egg hole puncher and measuring cup)...

ONE. Do you know about the egg cooker? Twenty buckaroos at Crate and Barrel and I now make perfect soft-boiled and poached eggs. It also does omelettes, medium- and hard-boiled eggs, Maybe you are an egg chef without the need for this gem but if you are like me with an iffy record trying to make the perfect poached egg, you might want to look into it!

TWO. Garden Joy.  A salad made with greens I actually picked from the garden. Small but delightful pleasure.

There's a homemade radish or two in there, too.

THREE.  One of my all-time favorite things I bring out for a giggle or two when I need it. 

More garden joy: My first squash. (Squashes?)

THREE.  Play it. Try not to laugh along.