An Egg Beater Story
A couple of weeks ago, when my mom was on vacation in Maine, I happened to mention to her that I really wanted an antique eggbeater for my kids. I had been looking around for over a year, and hadn’t found one. An hour later, my mother called me back to tell me that they had walked into an antique shop, found and eggbeater, and gotten it for me. I was thrilled, and impressed.
Yesterday, my sister Heidi came down to visit us. She brought the eggbeater through airport security, and it arrived safely at our house. So it has now traveled from Maine to Ohio, then from Ohio to Texas.
So we made scrambled eggs for dinner.




July 23rd, 2009 at 10:14 am
Love it! We need one of those. The kids never can get the eggs beaten with a fork or a whisk.