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It's been my experience that these kinds of people invariably are the most wealthy ones in the circle. Like when I was a waitress, the worst tippers (and most difficult customers) were often the richest clients.

Imagine if you could market the egg in an egg.

For those that are cash strapped. The new egg squared. By a dozen get a dozen.

Of course it would make for an interesting hard boiled egg.

Wow. Now I was expecting an abnormal amount of yolks. Double wouldn't be unusual enough so I was thinking 3.

About 1/3 of the eggs my chickens have been laying have been double yolked but so far none have been double eggs. Now I'm sort of worrying about the freakishly big one I hard boiled last night for my batch of pickled eggs.

Kind of crazy... you are right, above though... very similar to the double yolk thing.

Brilliant. I love the little kid voice in the background. "Weird!!!" And the wife's reaction.. "oh, that poor bird"... priceless.

Lactaid, lactaid, lactaid! I love the stuff. The skim does taste a bit sweeter, but it's pretty hard to taste the difference in 2%. You can also get store-brand lactose free milk, as others have mentioned. I also agree that any calcium-fortified lactose free milk tastes just awful. I've tried just about every non-dairy milk, and lactose-free milk is the closest you can get. I rarely drink milk by itself anymore.

I will warn you that taking pills with uncooked* milk has never worked for me, so be prepared for issues there.

*There are two ways to deal with the now un-digestable lactose in the milk. Take lactase supplements, pre-added like in lactaid, or in pill form, or boil/cook the milk at high temperature for awhile. Both of these will denature and subsequently break down the lactose protein, which is what a LI person's body can no longer do on it's own.

Anyway, good luck!

Lactaid and other milks like it taste sweet because the lactase enzymes break up the lactose turning it into sugars. I thought it was too sweet when I first drank it as a young person as well. But, after a couple of days- especially noticing that I wasn't in pain anymore, I got used to it, and now I love it. Maybe your son just needs a bit of time.

Brassy was pound for pound the greatest hound dog the world has ever seen. He pursued food with ingenuity, stealth and sheer athleticism. Once Marcia and I picked up a Carnegie Deli corned beef sandwich for Vicky, who was convalescing and had expressed that somewhat out-of-character craving. Before I had two feet in the door Brass charged like a wounded tiger and leaped impossibly high, given his short legs and considerable girth. I pulled my arm up in the nick of time, saving Vicky's lunch, but Brass earned my eternal respect that day. RIP, Brassy. We'll miss you.

Brass's story brought bake lovely memories of our wonderful "Puppy" - a mixed breed terrier of dubious parentage and who blessed our lives for 19 years. She, too, was a serious eater, and our favorite Puppy story is the year that she was left in our van with a gift wrapped FIVE POUND box of See's Candy for approximately two minutes, while I stepped out of the van to mail some letters. In that two minutes, Puppy managed to open the box of candy and devour every single piece! Thank God she was not chocolate sensitive. We took her to the vet, who said basically to wait and see what happens. What happened was that Puppy went home and slept for about two days straight and following that short rehab period, was fine. I'd like to say she never tried to eat any more candy, but that would be a lie, since no food was safe from her skinny little terrier self. I still miss her very much twenty-five years later.
Thank you for the lovely story.

My favorite obit ever. May we all be remembered for such a well lived life.

I once walked into Ed and Vicky's kitchen and caught Brass actually pushing a chair closer to a counter so that he could climb up and reach some food!

A sandwich "shared" with Brass always tasted better. I hope he's sharing one with Jasper right now.

My sincere condolences.

When I lost my dog, it took me ages to finish a whole sandwich by myself...he knew he would always get the last bite, and would wait patiently for it.