Baking a potato, boiling an egg.

Seriously, how difficult can baking a potato or boiling an egg be?

Well, if you were raised by a critical, perfectionist parent, either item could be challenging.

I had a dear friend bust up laughing at me when I told her how much I love my egg boiler.  Yeah, I have an egg boiler.  This beauty has made my life so much easier.  Mornings are rushed here, I'm up at 530am, my kids are up at 610am and we are out the door by 705am.  My rice cooker (which makes great oatmeal), my egg poacher, my toaster and my quesadilla maker stand along side my egg boiler as part of my go-to of tools for breakfast.  I've used the egg boiler for so long now that I've forgotten how to properly boil an egg.  I just prick the eggs, add water, flip the switch and let the machine do the work while I shower or do yoga or walk the dog.  When the eggs are done it keeps them hot and ready for the kids when they come to table.

Baking potatoes.  I use the plain, old-fashioned oven for that.  I forget what temperature to set the oven each and every time.   *shrugs*  I'll set the oven to 350F, wash, prick and oil the 'taters and pop 'em in the oven, then run over to the computer to look up the correct temperature and cooking time.

My mother would laugh at me, were she alive today.

But then, she never had to juggle so much as I do.