So Many Eggs

The after effect of Easter is to suddenly have more boiled eggs on hand than anyone cares to eat. My fridge is crammed full. Deviled eggs and dyed eggs and extra hard-boiled eggs that nobody wanted to color. When I was a kid we dyed our eggs and left them in a bowl in the kitchen---for days ---and every so often we'd peel one and eat it. How is it we never got sick? They were sitting out at room temperature. My mom seemed to have a casual approach to refrigeration. I think when she was a kid, they had an iceman who would deliver their block for the week and that was their fridge. So no wonder. Our margarine was always left out on the counter on a small plate, and bowls with mysterious chunks of leftover meat and broth sometimes sat there too. Mom would leave the turkey thawing out on the back porch. Well, I suppose in the fall and winter it was cold enough.

Since it was Easter yesterday, I was thinking of that song "Morning Has Broken," by Cat Stevens. I was looking up the lyrics, and found out that the words had been a poem written by a woman named Eleanor Farjeon (pictured above). Get out! She wrote it as a children's hymn in 1931 for an old Gaelic tune associated with the Scottish village Bunessan.

Well, I love Cat Stevens and I love what he did with the song, but I also love Art Garfunkel's rendition. Speaking of Garfunkel, one of the funniest things I heard all weekend was the Jon Bovi opposite band on SNL. They insist they are "opposite", but all they do is sing Bon Jovi songs with antonyms subtituted for the regular lyrics. They also do a Gimon and Sarfunkel opposite band, and they sang this:

"Like a tunnel under peaceful fire, I will lay you up."

But the best is their opposite version of "That's what friends are for."
They sing:

"Keep frowning,
Knowing I can never count on you
Five Speedstick, (instead of For Sure)
That's what enemies are five"

Watch the whole thing here: