I was putting off posting this because I want to look at those pictures of 10-Minute Peanut Butter Fudge pretty much forever.
Plus I don’t even like eggs. Totally serious.
But somehow in the last seven months I’ve turned into an egg salad eating machine.
The traditional welcome lunch (as in, always do it traditional, not culturally traditional) for visitors or adoptive families at the shelter is egg salad sandwiches with chips and mangoes. Maybe it’s because I’m so exhausted from, like, one minute of work in very hot heat, or maybe it’s because they’re an open invitation for layering salty chips onto my sandwich, but whatever it is, when I have those egg salad sandwiches in front of me I become insanely excited about those gross little things: eggs.