Surprise, surprise: two hard boiled eggs. Sometimes I think Easter is the best time of year because of the abundance of hard boiled eggs. Not that I can't make them anytime, but they seem better when someone else makes them. That way I'm not at fault if peeling the egg is like scraping crazy glue off the floor. And I'm so happy that they no longer bother my stomach. When I was early out from surgery I could eat them, but my stomach would bother me a little. No problem now!
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