Yesterday afternoon, around lunchtime, Emma my daughter, Rubys mummy, was off to a re-union with some old school chums, and Ruby was asked, if she wanted to stay home with daddy, Poppy May and Butch, or go to nannys.
Ruby opted for nanny’s! And why wouldn’t she? She can twist nanny around her little fingers; no worries 🙂 Grandpa’s a bit harder! 😛
Saturday is a ‘no cooking day’ for me; it’s Rafferty’s Rules; take what you can find. There’s always plenty to eat, and no one needs go hungry, (first thing any of our three children do on entering the house, is open the fridge door!) and I have the day off.
So what to give Ruby for her evening meal?
Ruby is the easiest child in the world to feed, two of my three were good, but Ruby takes the cake. The best eater I’ve ever come across, better even than her grandmother, 
and believe me that’s saying something. So when Kerry asked her what she would like for her dinner what did she reply?
A ‘Dippy, Dippy Egg”; well this was/is a new one on me; we’d fully expect her to ask for tuna and avocado and cucumber, stuff like that; but no; she wanted a “Dippy, Dippy Egg”!
Now cooking an egg is no problem, poached, fried, scrambled you name it, I’ll cook it, but a ‘Dippy Dip egg”?
Naturally enough, I settled on a soft boiled egg, into which, she could dip some lightly toasted,buttered ‘soldiers’. Easy, no problem. Done!
Of course Ruby ate the lot; nothing wasted. She then advised her grandmother that it was nice, but wasn’t a “Dippy Dippy egg” like mummy makes!
Apparantly, I was supposed to just fry an egg 😦
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LordBeariOfBow 
Brian,
I haven’t had a soft boiled egg with soldiers since I was a young boy. It would be a good Sunday evening meal in front of the TV.
Neill.
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I used to love a couple of boiled eggs for breakfast; but now it’s all I can do to look at one. 😦
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A lovely little story. If that’s a photo of her, she’s a sweetheart, I don’t see how you can be “a bit harder” with her.
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Surely you didn’t believe me? Putty is rock hard compared to yours very truly XD
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I wouldn’t have had a clue what a dippy dippy egg is. But I’d have cooked up every egg in the house trying to fix what she wanted.
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As would I, however, she just knows it as a dippy dippy egg, and I thought I was smarter than a 3½ year old.
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A Dippy Dippy Egg – that’s what dreams are made of.
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Yes indeed Ira, the innocence of the sweet child is beyond price.
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Cute, Beari!!
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The wonder of them all. Little kids have such a skill at getting their own way. But what a girl to eat it even when it wasn’t what she wanted. No that’s is good parenting.
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Ruby is one out of the box, and that’s not just grandfather speak! In 80 + years I’ve never seen her like before.
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I meant Now, that is good parenting.
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Actually that’s what I read in your first comment, had to go back to see what you meant XD but you’re right, Emma & Luke are doing beautifully in raising two girls, and they, Emma & Luke, will no doubt become more proud of them than they are now
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I’m up for a boiled egg with soldiers. Can I have mine with fresh bread and real butter please? And please make sure all the white is firm, but none of the yolk. . . . oh, and if I’m not completely happy with that texture, can you throw that out and make me a fried egg please? But don’t let the edges of the white get crispy. Oh gosh – who knew a three year old was still hiding in me somewhere??? Good on Ruby for just eating what is put in front of her.
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You may have them anyway you wish Gwen, all you need do is pop into the kitchen and get busy 😈
Must admit that’s exactly how I used to like mine; I can’t face an egg now, except for the occassional omelette with ham or cheese, or scrambled so long as there’s no white showing; I only use them in cakes etc
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I thought your guess was quite accurate—’dippy’ was the clue, I guess. What a sweetie!
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I thought so too Diane, seemed logical to me, but it just goes to show you. I don’t know what; there must be something which escapes me. How could an octogenerian not know that a ‘Dippy Dippy Egg is fried?
She is a sweetie, and the beauty is, she doesn’t know; which makes her even more precious.
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Great post! And guess what, you even knew that 20 Nov 2016 (the day you posted this) was my 73rd birthday! I like Ruby–which also happens to be the first name of my sister Diane who died of ALS in 2006. I have two other sisters, but Diane was special and extremely smart from the very beginning, just like your Ruby. Must be something about that name, huh?
Your post also reminds me of how much my mother loved to serve us barely soft-poached and soft-boiled eggs. Ugh!!! I liked eggs, but the soft stuff was like poison in every fiber of my being. Yucky! And of course I ate it all because I was a very polite little girl, as well as hungry and smart. My hat’s off to Ruby for wiping the platter clean! And to you, for your very admirable grandfatherly skills.
Cheers!
Elouise 🙂
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I used to have a passionate love of poached eggs, after my stomach was removed I could not face them. I have recently tried them and I can at least eat one sometimes.
I think my Ruby is a throwback to her maternal grandfather; certainly not the other one 🙂 and Yes! It is a lovely name.
Ruby happens to be the first name of your sister Diane? Was her name Ruby Diane and she got called by the second name? That happened a lot in my family, wish it had happened to me 😦
I shall have to send you some pics of Poppy May Ruby’s baby sister, I’m Poppy May’s favourite 😀
she just loves her grandpa and she’s only 1, my dog Coco and me are attacked by Poppy as soon as she coes into the our home. 🙂 It’s delightful 🙂
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My given names were Brian Edward, I dislike Brian intensely, I do like Edward the only 2 Edwards I couldn’t stand was Edward VIII a cowardly, dishonorable man, friends of Adolph Hitler; and the man I was named after, my uncle Edward (Eddy) also a cowardly man, couldn’t be bothered turning up for my christening when I was 5 days old,
Now that’s one event I don’t remember. I’d have had something to say about it otherwise. Just joking.
When I was a lad they thought I was destined for the church. George must have been happy that I didn’t go that route. George who I hear you ask 🙂
There were a few post on my gastrectomy which had a bit of a following at the time; heres a link or two if I can find ’em 😀
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2014/08/23/shuffling-off-this-mortal-coil/
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2015/07/18/ward-9-west-2-rpah-a-world-apart/ I hope you read the comments which are ather nice, in the second one there is one from Suchled you will know him as John,
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2016/07/23/two-veryvery-special-women/
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2016/08/10/update-on-two-very-special-ladies/
Somewhere there’s a post of me with all the tubes and stuff hanging out If I find it I’ll send you a link
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Just sent you another note saying I’ll get to these on another day–hopefully tomorrow! Actually, Brian Edward has a very nice ring to it. Though that’s my ears talking, not yours.
Off to clean up the kitchen and then sleep! Yay! 🙂 I’ll think about your missed calling when I’m in church tomorrow. 🙂 🙂
Elouise
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actually that was the reply I wrote the other day in response to your questions and for some reason it didn’t go through. Mea culpa
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No problem! I’m just back from Sunday activities and am going to take a look right now at some of the links. Thanks! 🙂
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My given names were Brian Edward, I dislike Brian intensely, I do like Edward the only 2 Edwards I couldn’t stand was Edward VIII a cowardly, dishonorable man, friends of Adolph Hitler; and the man I was named after, my uncle Edward (Eddy) also a cowardly man, couldn’t be bothered turning up for my christening when I was 5 days old,
Now that’s one event I don’t remember. I’d have had something to say about it otherwise. Just joking.
When I was a lad they thought I was destined for the church. George must have been happy that I didn’t go that route. George who I hear you ask 🙂
There were a few post on my gastrectomy which had a bit of a following at the time; heres a link or two if I can find ’em 😀
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2014/08/23/shuffling-off-this-mortal-coil/
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2015/07/18/ward-9-west-2-rpah-a-world-apart/ I hope you read the comments which are ather nice, in the second one there is one from Suchled you will know him as John,
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2016/07/23/two-veryvery-special-women/
https://lordbeariofbow.com/2016/08/10/update-on-two-very-special-ladies/
Somewhere there’s a post of me with all the tubes and stuff hanging out If I find it I’ll send you a link
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