During my three plus years living in Westwood, I never purchased eggs. Even before that, I can’t remember preparing eggs. Eggs have been off my list for a long time.
I usually eat oatmeal for breakfast, but sometimes now, I treat myself to some fried eggs.
There’s a sense of joy in cracking open an egg. I remember as a kid, my mother would let me crack eggs on the side of the skillet. I screwed up a lot, getting some shell into the skillet. My mom would yell at me about it.
She’s dead and can yell no more. Now when I crack open an egg and get some shell in the skillet, I don’t give a shit. There’s joy in that too.
On those fried eggs, I always put a slice of American cheese on top. I know none of this is very healthy, but healthy doesn’t always taste good.
This morning, I had eggs for breakfast. Tomorrow, I’ll go back to oatmeal.
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