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I was sitting here on my couch, wracking my creative mind trying to come up with something half way interesting to write about and lo and behold, ask and you shall receive. I decided to make baked eggs over creamed spinach for the baby girl and so I chopped the onion, sautéed them until they were nice and translucent, added the defrosted chopped spinach, added kosher salt, freshly ground black pepper, freshly grated nutmeg and then added half-n-half and Parmesan cheese. I put the creamed spinach into the baking dish, cracked two eggs on top of the creamed spinach, sprinkled more Parmesan cheese and threw into the convection oven for 15 minutes at 375. Therein was the mistake, I thought that I had the correct time and temperature but according to the baby girl, I had ruined it.

The eggs turned out to be overcooked, my mistake but I didn’t think that it would render the dish inedible. Again, I was mistaken, the baby girl only likes the dish when the eggs aren’t overcooked, she likes it when the yolks are runny and she can mix the yolk into the creamed spinach. She refused to eat it because without the runny yolk, she doesn’t like the creamed spinach. So she is goin to make herself French toast, which is fine because I am not in the mood to cook something else from scratch just because two egg yolks weren’t cooked perfectly. I tell you, the baby girl was less finicky when she was a toddler, she has gotten picky ever since adolescence and it doesn’t seem to be getting any easier.