Green Eggs no Ham

As planned, up early this morning, eggs boiled, peeled, dyed even before breakfast.

The eggs gave me no hassle -- only two failed to peel pretty. The others practically peeled themselves.

The two bad eggs turned into breakfast.

I’ve never worked with food color before so, while the eggs were resting in the refrigerator, I read the instructions printed on the box, removed bottle from box, noticed a protective seal under cap, removed said protective seal, and this happened.

A Green Thumb for Real

Fortunately, it wasn’t permanent.

Needless to say, I wore food service gloves remainder of the process.

An avid rule-follower, I always wear gloves when preparing food for others; sometimes even preparing food for myself, as I don’t like touching meat. Even though it’s only ever chicken or turkey, I can’t bear to touch raw meat.

Inasmuch as I can’t count on fellow residents being as food-safety minded or phobic -- depending on how you see my kitchen habits, I only eat what I bring to potlucks, deli items and what The Baker brings.

Later in the morning … We were ready for our close-ups.

Not everyone wore green, but we had a fair-sized group, around 24, and quite a lot of potluck dishes.

The Green Team

Corn Bread, Potato, Cabbage, just a smidgen of Corned Beef, Macaroni Salad

At end of meal, the Activity Director began making announcements.

First announcing this is her last day; she's taken a position elsewhere.

No one was surprised. If anything, the surprise was she’d lasted as long as she had.

Her leaving means an end to the Casino Trips and, unless management finds another victim, activities are also at an end – except those we organize and do ourselves, which we sometimes have done.

Second announcement was last week’s Resident/Management meeting – the one scheduled for 3:00 that we arrived on time for but were told at 3:10 the meet was cancelled, yes that one. She said it’s been rescheduled for 3:30 today.

Looks like management will be the only ones to show up this time, which is what we figure they're counting on. It’s a clever ploy to give management an excuse to get rid of resident/management meetings altogether. 

Because there was no notice of rescheduling -- except to those of us at the potluck, and since we’re all full, need naps and have no intention of attending this afternoon’s session, management will tell Corporate there is a lack of interest on the part of residents and that will be that.

Apache said he “might” stop in, "just to aggravate" Nurse Ratched, but he wasn’t sure.

I asked that, if he does, to give me a call if Nurse Ratched’s boss is wearing a belt with a rhinestone American flag buckle.

“Sure, but why?”

“Because …” and I told him the story of the belt going missing after she’d gone into my back room.

“That’s weird” says he.

“Why?” asked I.

“Because someone else told me something went missing during their inspection”.