Jeff's 37th Birthday

Hi. It was my 37th birthday on Sunday. 37 is kind of boring. 36 was 6 squared, so that was exciting. I guess 37 is a prime number, and it's been six years since the last prime number birthday, so there's that. Ah, you guys don't care about math, you want to see some food. First, since I took the photos, I should mention I always try to go to the closest Sox game to my birthday. This year it was two days before my birthday:

The tickets were front row in the bleachers. There was a big empty aisle in front of me so I was obsessed with the chance I could get a HR ball. The game was terrible, the Sox lost 2-0 to the Yankees and I didn't come close to a HR ball. Can this season just end already? Then the next night Heather and I saw Bloc Party at the House of Blues:

Concert photos with a phone are always bad. 

Anyway, let's get to my birthday. I got to sleep in. I woke up around 7:45, but didn't get out of bed until 9am. That's sleeping in for me. Heather got me breakfast. So here comes the food, are you excited? Bam:

Eggs: Egg McMuffin

I recently heard that Egg McMuffins have less than 300 calories. I was surprised that they could manage that. I then thought about it and I don't think I ever ate an Egg McMuffin before. I've have the Sausage McMuffin a few times, maybe, but not the one with ham on it.

So one morning when Connor didn't take a morning nap, we moseyed down to McD's to get an Egg McMuffin. Similar to the first post on this blog about the Filet-o-Fish, they happened to have a promotion, two McMuffins for $3.33. One was about $3, so I had to get two. My first Egg McMuffin:

For the second, I got the Sausage McMuffin:

Connor had some of the Muffin part of a McMuffin:

I thought it was pretty good, especially for under 300 calories. I got sick of it pretty quickly though. I ate a little over one McMuffin of the two. Connor ate a bunch of the muffin of the rest. I don't think I'll get one again. I would just wait until lunch was available, then eat somewhere else because McD's isn't very good. EGGS!!!!

Eggs: Sunny Side Up

This will be a nice and short blog because, I've been writing about eggs too much. But, I made Sunny Side Up eggs the other day. This is the egg:

Eggs: Taco Bell Cantina Bowl

Ok, there were no eggs in this dish, but I like keeping the "Eggs:" in the title, because, hey, eggs! Also, if I keep it up, it will be kind of funny to have an "Eggs: R.I.P. Ad Rock" blog title (hopefully that will happen at the earliest in 2072). Anyway, I got the new Taco Bell Chicken Cantina Bowl:

Eggs: Poached Eggs

I woke up the other day, sprung out of bed and said "I'm going to make poached eggs today!" It was a strange start to the day. The thing is, I had no idea how poached eggs are made. Whenever I've had them they usually had been Benedictized with ham and Hollondaise sauce. I knew it involved boiling water, that's about it. So to the internet! I did research. I think this link helped the most.

I told Heather about my grand plan to conquer the poaching of an egg. She rushed out to the store and came back with heirloom eggs:

Eggs: Scrambled Eggs

Whenever Heather and I are watching TV, and she sees Gordon Ramsay, she says, "Hey, there's your boyfriend." I usually mumble back: "That's not my boyfriend, jerk face." The reason she calls him my boyfriend is because I watch a bunch of his shows, like Hell's Kitchen, Masterchef, and Kitchen Nightmares. So, Heather is bombarded with me watching Gordon Ramsay, my apparent boyfriend. I need to point out that Hell's Kitchen is a horrible show. The editing is annoying, the people are just terrible cooks and I only watch it because it is a complete train wreck. By the end of the season, when all the idiots and really horrible chefs are gone, I usually lose interest. Also, Gordon's shows from the U.K., shown on BBC America, are much better than the Fox shows. He is a lot calmer, I prefer when my boyfriend is calm. If I didn't have a DVR, I would probably not watch any of my boyfriend's shows. Also, I preferred when Heather referred to Randy Moss as my boyfriend. Having the second greatest receiver of all time as my boyfriend is much better than having a guy that cooks as my boyfriend.