Un Grand Ouef

So I went to my parent's farm for the week and came across what could be the largest chicken egg in human history.


So what can one man do with an egg this large one might ask? It turns out that one can do many things.


Like placing it next to other sphereical objects to show the breathtaking scale of how large this egg is.


Or putting it amongst other lesser eggs to make them all feel very very inadquate.


Or I could put it in one hand and a regular egg in the other and compare the weight difference of each one.


Or I could eat it. Based on the weight, I thought it feasible that a small flacid chicken carcass fall out of the orb into my hot frying pan.


But instead, it resembled something more similar to the BP oil spill... and it was delicious.

Kick Out the Jam

Today Isaac and I decided to make some jam. We found a recipe online that became our rough inspirational guideline.


Isaac and I shared a beautiful bonding moment that only men can have with other men. We pitted cherries and talked about our feelings, our likes and dislikes, and so forth.


Here we see Isaac immerGGGGing our pitted cherries.


Here we see Isaac slaving over a hot stove.


After thickening with mounds of sugar, we seductively scoop the thick, rich, creamy, sweet white froth off the top and placed it gently, if not sensuously into our mouths... I mean the bowl.


And voila, we have delicious jam!! A glorified breakfast syrup rich with refined sugar!!