At a rendezvous one year a shoot had just been completed where every contestant had their own raw egg to shoot at and if you didn’t hit it you had to eat it.  All us losers were standing in a large circle holding the eggs we had just taken the top of the shells off and with the white oozing and dripping down the outside of the remaining shell, we said a toast to the club and sucked them down as quickly as we could.

After all the choking and spitting and yuk saying and drinking a bit of beer to help keep the yolks down, Just George yelled out, “Don’t forget to pick up the dishes”!

What he meant was for everyone to pick up the egg shells they had tossed on the ground.  I’ll never forget that saying.

This posting is not about eating raw eggs, far from that, but it does have to do with the egg shells.

Earlier I have posted about a new world record that could just possibly be the first to be attempted and that was to see how many eggs one could crack open using a single egg to do it.  Crack eggs until the one being used as the “hammer” finally breaks.  But again, this story is not about that.  But it does have to do with the egg shells.

God was pretty cleaver in everything he did.  Eggs are one of those things.  A very neatly packaged source of protein and other stuff we need to keep our bodies going.  If I had to pick only one choice of something to eat I think I would choose eggs.  You can boil them, fry them, poach them, pickle them, eat them raw and last night I discovered you can grill them!

Grill them?  Yes.  I put an egg on the bbq grill and slowly turned it around and around for about 15 minutes and then cracked the shell off and Sherry and I shared what was a perfectly done egg, much like a hard boiled egg.  Salted and yummy!

Who needs to fry them when on a camping trip?  A dozen grilled eggs coming right up!

Bears Butt

July 18, 2012