Eggalagoldenrod

Last night after work, I was driving home thinking about what I could make for dinner. After considering chicken, beef, Chinese take out and a myriad of other options, I finally decided on an old classic. When I told Scott what the plan was for dinner, he said

you're making what?

Eggalagoldenrod

I promptly replied. He was a bit unsure of what to expect. I am not the greatest cook in the world and sometimes my little experiments are a bit questionable. But he swallowed his fear and (bravely) said

Sounds great

Off I went and started whipping up my little masterpiece. I fetched him from the living room when it was ready. I proudly handed him his plate when he came into the kitchen and we sat down and ate. After we were finished, he asked me again what it was called

Egg. A. La. Golden. Rod.

He repeated it.

Ok now smash it all together and slur it a little like you do when you say Louisville (Loo-a-vul).

He did and it came out

Eggalagoldenrod.

And they say we don't have accents in Idaho. I've never been so proud!