Oops! Easy Clean Up Tip

My family loves eggs.  We consumed them even when they were on the "Bad" food list.  Now that eggs are on the "Good" list again, we can eat eggs without feeling judged by the food police.

Cooking more eggs means there are more chances for me to drop one or two.  I really try hard not to, but some how I am always making a mess in the kitchen.  Eggs make a big mess when dropped on the floor.

One morning as I was fixing breakfast, my Mom called.  I dropped an egg and complained to my Mom about how hard it was to clean up egg from the floor.  She told me to sprinkle about 3 tablespoons of salt over the egg and let it set for a couple of minutes, then whipping it up will be easier.  I always do what my Mom tells me (well not always, but don't tell her that), so I followed her directions.

It was amazing!  Instead of the slimy egg moving all over the floor, I was able to wipe it up easily.  Unfortunately, I have used this tip several times since that phone call. 

On Friday I will post my recipe for,

Tuna Noodle Casserole.

I won a giveaway on, From Granny's Kitchen.  Please stop by her wonderful blog.

Visit my friends blogs!

You will love Bo and his blog,  Bo's Bowl.  Not only does he host great giveaways,  his recipes are incredible!  One visit to his blog and you will see why I faithfully follow it.

Also visit my friend Pam's blog, Pam's Midwest Kitchen Korner,  for more great recipes!  Once you read her blog, she will be your friend too!

Stop by and visit Ashley, at What Does A Songbird Sing.  She posts recipes and exercise tips on her blog, and who couldn't use a little more of both!

Warning! Blogging can be dangerous!

Cooking and blogging at the same time can be dangerous.  I am new to this whole blogging thing.  I am having so much fun with it that I sometimes get sidetracked by it.  That is what happened one night when I was making my Fried Garlic Bread.  I put the bread in the skillet, then went to check out something on my blog.  Next thing I knew, smoke was filling my kitchen.  I grabbed the skillet and moved it off the heat, but I was too late.  The smoke alarm began to shriek and my dog Buddy began to bark.  After opening the doors and windows and waving my arms like a crazy woman in front of the alarm, there was blessed silence.  

As a young girl my mom had warned me about getting distracted in the kitchen.  She was right once again.  You can not only burn down your house, but you could really injure yourself with all the bright and shiny tools there.

If you have a kitchen mishap, I would love to hear them!