We’ve decided, both for reasons and in celebration of Jane Austen’s 250th birthday this year, to adopt a new rating scale for deliciousness at 36 Eggs:

• Misery of the Acutest Kind: Absolutely inedible. We couldn’t even finish a bite.
• Odious: We hated it.
• Disagreeable: We did not like it.
• Tolerable: It was okay.
• Handsome Enough to Tempt Me: We liked it.
• Ardent Admiration: We loved it.
• You Pierce My Soul: True love. It was magical. A once-in-a-lifetime experience.

P.S. We first tried to make a scale out of Anneisms but failed because, as we all know, she either LOVES or HATES, with not a lot of degrees of feeling in between. Here’s how far we got:

• Perfect Graveyard of Buried Hopes: Absolutely inedible. We couldn’t even finish a bite.
• Depths of Despair: We hated it.
• ?: We did not like it.
• ?: It was okay.
• ?: We liked it.
• Perfectly Scrumptious: We loved it.
• Love-Rapture of Countless Generations: True love. It was magical. A once-in-a-lifetime experience.