I was just thinking of making delicious egg salad the other day.
Heck, spring, I'm just happy you know that they are over-cooked if they look a certain way. It's the idea that people may never know not to over-cook and why their eggs are olive-green that is so painful.
Lots of people struggle with rice. But it practically runs through my veins. I could cook it in my sleep. How could I call myself Dominican otherwise? I'm already on shaky ground with the dancing.