My sister Rachel should have a blog. I tell her almost every day. She is exponentially funnier and way more outspoken than I am, and she never runs out of material. “Why don’t you just write down everything I say?” she says when I beg her to start a blog of her own. “Because these are not my stories to tell. And, you do it with such flare,” I say to her. But she’d rather scrapbook than blog. Such a waste of talent, I tell you. Not that scrapbooking is a waste of talent, mind you. I certainly do not need letters from angry scrapbookers maligning me for my lack of collage-appreciation. It is my opinion, however, that she’d get immense satisfaction and tremendous positive reinforcement for her published sensibilities. But who am I but a blogger?
It was Rachel who sent me the link for an infomercial insisting I watch the miracle of EGGIES. I watched the video in awe as if my entire world was about to change. Here in one, inexpensive product was the opportunity to make hard boiled eggs without ever having to peel them. Imagine the perfectly boiled and smooth egg void of crack or dimple or gauge due to human mishandling.
I ordered a set of EGGIES, which arrived just in time for Up Popped A Fox’s Vikki Reich to test them with me. Vikki was in town for her birthday weekend extravaganza smorgasbord, and Gabriella and I were poised to invite our way into her birthday itinerary. And what better way to celebrate a birthday than with eggs. I mean, we all start out as eggs, right?
We poured a bit of vino and broke out the EGGIES to test in my kitchen, and I became the Ed McMahon to Vikki's Johnny Carson. I think it works.
Admittedly, we may have had more fun making this video than you will have watching it, but we hope that it provides you with some value or some laughs or even a better understanding of our need to please you that we would spend hours of a birthday weekend night making hard boiled eggs.
Here is Part I of GETTING TESTY WITH DEBORAH & VIKKI. Tune in tomorrow for, you guessed it, Part II.