I have a confession... As much as I LOVE to cook and experiment...I can't boil an egg to save my life. Or cook rice (without the assistance of a rice cooker). There. You now know what keeps me up at night (joke). With Easter gone, I'm often left to figure out what to do with all the eggs. I mean, I love eggs...but only so much. I usually ask my sister to boil them for me because I always either under cook them, or over cook them...or tear them to shreds trying to peel them. I am the person that goes in the grocery store and buys the eggs that are already boiled and peeled because I suck lol. And yes, I've tried every method on Pinterest (including the oven baked ones) and still I manage to not get it quite right. I'm OK with this mostly. Tonight, out of somewhere around 24 eggs, I only managed to mangle like 4...I ate one. Anyways, on Easter I never made it around to dying the eggs so I left 18 home and still managed to bring home at least another dozen. I ate s
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