I’m staring in the fridge and we have six eggs. The sell by date (or is it use by date?) is April 17th. I’m wondering, can I hard boil these eggs and everything will be okay? Or, do I have to toss them, because they’re pass their time. (Hmm, like my eggs). Anyway, I think if I could call Mom, she would know, but I can’t call Mom. And, that makes me wonder if Moms are given some sort of gift regarding food. My mom knew how long you could leave chicken in the freezer or how long to cook a ham steak per side. She knew how to steam veggies perfectly or, she knew how to tell me how to steam veggies.
My mom would tell me how long to boil rice or keep leftovers. How to reuse almost anything. And, now, that link to knowledge is completely gone and I wonder, why didn’t I write any of this down?
I went into the bedroom to get dressed, missing Mom like crazy. She had all the answers, even when I didn’t want to listen. She knew what to do. Do Moms get some sort of book to memorize so they can answer these kinds of questions for their kids?
Then, I remember, my wife is a Mom, maybe, she knows. And, I ask her and she doesn’t have a clue.
Now, I’m wondering if this magically knowledge just occurred in women of my mother’s generation and the rest of us are out of luck.
And, I’m still wondering about those eggs…