Doing a deal in Centralia (and other Saturday odds 'n ends)

After a tiring week at work Sarah and I slept in a bit today. Although we'd love to lounge around the time for closing on our house draws nigh and we need boxes! We dinked around this morning getting litter more than a shower and some quick tidying up around here before hitting the road at noon for Centralia. There, my parents would meet us at the ever popular Country Cousin restaurant for lunch. After the waitress gave me a funny look for ordering their BLT with fried egg over easy or medium we all chatted it up about our house stuff and their kitchen stuff among other topics. But back to the sandwich with egg.

I make fried egg sandwiches here once in a while after being introduced to them during the summer I spent in Georgia in 1999. A big, black guy at the grill of the commons area at Valdosta State University fixed me up one after I hastily decided that I like both fried eggs and sandwiches. It was a good experience and one that I duplicate here at home when I feel the urge. Anyway, I fry the eggs up over easy so when you bite into the yolk hidden somewhere inside the sandwich it bursts and it becomes a race against time and cleanliness before yellow stuff is all over your hands and plate. It's good stuff. Here's my recipe:

- slice up three pieces of your favorite cheese (colby jack or cheddar are my choices)
- fry up two eggs over easy-style in a pan on the stove top -- feel free to season with Lawreys season salt or some Cajun spices
- after flipping the eggs, toast two pieces of bread
- quickly spread some mustard on the toasted bread just before the eggs are done
- slide the fried eggs side by side onto the bread directly from the frying pan
- adorn with cheese that will partially melt from the heat of the eggs
- enjoy!

The purpose for our trip was also to swap some goods my parents contributed to our wedding reception for a stack of boxes that we can use for the upcoming move. We thanked my mom and dad, gave them hugs, then did a quick bit of shopping for some plates and a toaster oven at the outlets before heading back to Tacoma.

This afternoon our landlord Linda brought by a potential new renter to see the place. Out of pure nostalgia, I spent a couple minutes snapping photos of our current place before the boxes come out and we start to deconstruct our lives here in favor for new lives at our new place. I also had some time to take photos of Sarah and monster kitty Colby which is always a pleasure. They're so darn cute!

The rest of our night consisted of me un-modding our cranky Xbox (damn D0 pin!!!) and hanging out with our friends Angela and Steve. They brought over some ice cream and we played some freshly un-modded Xbox and watched What the Bleep Do We Know?. Although I don't think it would be selected viewing from a drunken frat party, it was an interesting flick that certainly provokes some great thoughts about the control we have over our own lives and destiny and how all things spiritual might be endlessly interconnected with all things scientific. Like I told Steve, I don't think Hollywood should kick out nothing but films like this but it's certainly good to see once in a while.

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4/11/2005 @ 8:00am

I'm glad to hear that someone else has discovered the joy that is an egg sandwich. Personally, I omit the mustard and use swiss instead of American, but the basic idea is the same.

by Court

4/11/2005 @ 8:01am

Sorry, I meant Cheddar -- not American.

by Court

4/11/2005 @ 8:30am

You know, when I was a kid I could never figure out the difference between cheddar and American cheese. I think it stemmed from the purchase choice of my parents always being cheddar and I simply didn't understand that completely different cheeses could be the same color. Once I realized the difference I'm glad my parents spoiled us with cheddar and never exposed us to individually-packaged Velveeta nastiness. Like plastic, it is!

by KevinFreitas