Coming up: Eggs-citing Weekend

This weekend is the big Home Camping weekend I talked about last week and I’m a bit anxious … actually I’m real nervous about it. I might have built it up too much and I’m afraid I might disappoint my grandkids. We’re all looking forward to it. I had the boys and their Mom (my daughter) over for lunch to plan our itinerary.

Last Monday I wrote a song about our 2 corgis — Tonka and Tinker walking down the street. The jingle has been playing in my head every day since. My wife loves it and my grandkids like it too. So we’re planning to do a recording of the song with them in the background. The kids will be taking the video of the corgis’ pendulous buttocks. It’s gonna be a lot of fun. And I hope to share that video along with the report of this bonding experiment.

The kids will help me prepare all our meals starting Saturday morning. My daughter isn’t too sure about their handling the knives so I’ll have to proceed with caution. She also said their tent might not fit the living room. I’m not too worried about that. What is keeping me up at night is my most ambitious plan — cooking a batch of pickled eggs. You know what’s really crazy about this idea? My Mom used to make them but I’ve NEVER cooked pickled eggs before. This could turn into a major egg-on-my-face disaster. Well, we only live once. No one has ever died of an egg overdose, right?

To my surprise, there was a sale at the grocery store — a dozen eggs for 79 cents — half the regular price! So I bought a lot of eggs — a lucky 13 dozen cartons of them. I didn’t realize what I had done until I loaded them inside the refrigerator (see picture). I think I’ll need a bigger refrigerator. I watched several videos from the pickled egg experts of the world: Boil for 13 minutes and dump into cold water to help separate the eggshell. Only then did I learn I needed to refrigerate the containers for at least 2 weeks. Did I say I needed a bigger ref? I think I’ll just leave them out in a cold area of our home. What do you think? If they turn into stink bombs, I will be ready for egg wars.

I plan to tell campfire stories. Today’s TGIF joke, the Legend of the Pink Ping Pong Balls, will be one of the stories I’ll be sharing. It’s the longest TGIF joke to date so if you’re in a hurry just skip it.

Finally, this weekend plan reminds me of an old edition of my TGIF joke which I posted back in 2008 about a boy who asked his Dad how much he was getting paid per hour. CLICK HERE if you’re interested. I remember this well because after I posted this my own Dad read it and asked me if I felt like that towards him.

Thanks to all of you who sent your comments about this Home Camping idea (you can see the comments of this article on the Travelingboy.com website. If you’re not doing anything in particular, why not do a little bonding with someone you love? Then tell me about it.

TGIF people!
Raoul

This is the campfire joke which I will share with my grandkids on Saturday.

Video of the Week

Thanks to Mel of Washington, D.C.

Thanks to Kathy of Bend, Oregon

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