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Sunday Brunch
Posted by Rob Sherwood • Sunday, 2008-June-08 • 14:40
A while back I was talking on the phone to my brother, Tim, and he was telling me some story about a comment his wife had made. The context of the account isn't important. What happened though, I laughed so hard that I fainted! Anyone who has ever fainted understands the strange feeling you have when you return to the concious world. It takes a moment for your mind to process where you are and why you are where you are. When I regained awareness it took me a moment to understand why I was slumped in chair and why my phone was between my body and the cushions and why my brother was no longer on the phone. It seems when I went silent, Tim had waited a few moments, hung up the phone and went to bed. It was until 20 minutes later when I called to explain why I had disappeared that they found out it was because I passed out.
I tell this story because this morning I came close again. I was watching a DVR of Dame Edna on some British show I recorded last night and I began laughing so hard I felt conciousness slipping away and was only saved by the pause button. When it is finally time to "....shed this mortal coil..." I hope this is how it is. Come to think of it if the end had come during that phone call with my brother or this morning watching Dame Edna, how wonderful it would be to have actually died laughing.
At some point in the last 25 years I read a Nero Wolfe mystery in which the title character and his chef, Fritz, are having a disagreement over how to cook scrambled eggs. Nero Wolfe suggests that any scrambled eggs that haven't been cooked for at least 40 minutes are inedible. You do realize that you have to cook them VERY slow for the cooking to take forty minutes. I have tried many times in the ensuing years and this morning achieved a personal best cooking my scrambled eggs for just over 34 minutes. Cooked in real butter and accompanied by some apple-maple-pork sausage and sourdough toast, the eggs were as creamy as melted ice-cream.
Nothing much on TV tonight. I'm looking forward to season 3 of Dexter, The Closer, the new episodes of Burn Notice and of course all the various reality competitions. Nothing on the horizon that will make me faint.
Rob
I tell this story because this morning I came close again. I was watching a DVR of Dame Edna on some British show I recorded last night and I began laughing so hard I felt conciousness slipping away and was only saved by the pause button. When it is finally time to "....shed this mortal coil..." I hope this is how it is. Come to think of it if the end had come during that phone call with my brother or this morning watching Dame Edna, how wonderful it would be to have actually died laughing.
At some point in the last 25 years I read a Nero Wolfe mystery in which the title character and his chef, Fritz, are having a disagreement over how to cook scrambled eggs. Nero Wolfe suggests that any scrambled eggs that haven't been cooked for at least 40 minutes are inedible. You do realize that you have to cook them VERY slow for the cooking to take forty minutes. I have tried many times in the ensuing years and this morning achieved a personal best cooking my scrambled eggs for just over 34 minutes. Cooked in real butter and accompanied by some apple-maple-pork sausage and sourdough toast, the eggs were as creamy as melted ice-cream.
Nothing much on TV tonight. I'm looking forward to season 3 of Dexter, The Closer, the new episodes of Burn Notice and of course all the various reality competitions. Nothing on the horizon that will make me faint.
Rob
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