My mother (who lives very close-by) stopped in a few hours before the dinner to help me with the last minute things. One of those things was the deviled eggs…or, as we like to call them in our house…TROUBLED eggs. I had forgotten to boil them. How was I to get a dozen eggs boiled in time to put them together and let them cool in the fridge? So I have this brilliant idea. (Inexperienced chef, remember.) I will put them in the MICROWAVE!! My mother looks at me and says something like, “Honey, I don’t think you can do that.” I respond, “Mom, come into the 21st century. We’ll just poke a small hole in each one so they won’t pop while cooking.”

About 7 minutes into the microwave-time, the eggs were boiling in their water, and then…..all of the sudden…..there was an incredible clap of thunder and the microwave door burst open! We all thought it sounded like a gunshot, and my family hit the floor quicker than you can say, “I told you so.”

There were eggs all over the place–in every corner of the microwave, all over the counter top, spilling onto the floor. Being the scrapbooker that I am, I quickly grabbed my camera and took a shot of the incident. My mother and I laughed and cried and laughed some more.

Just yesterday, she stopped by and left me a shopping list that said: stuffing mix, potatoes, pecans, eggs (let’s cook them on the range this year). What a memory!