Friday, November 20
Sometimes gentlemen seem to make decisions that, although obviously following some version of logic, certainly don't seem to make sense to the untrained eye. This afternoon Paul proposes that he make eggs for lunch. Sure. Great. Particularly since he recently filled out his kitchenware, and among other things he bought a pan accessory for poaching eggs. I was suspicious about his knowledge of the tool because I had seen weird burnt stuff left on the pan when it was left in the sink before. Lo and behold, I came over to find that rather than sitting in a pan full of water, the egg poaching apparatus was laid directly on the burner. Though they were a bit tough, the eggs turned out fine. Next time I will probably be giving a poaching tutorial.