March 7, 2014

It’s 8:00 on Friday night.  It’s been a challenging week on many fronts.  I have no interest in making dinner and no interest in going out.   I open the fridge, stare a while, then close the door. I eat a few Baked Lay’s Potato Chips and open the fridge again.  

Soon bacon is sizzling in the pan and the intoxicating smell ignites a bit of appetite. I flip the bacon over, happy that I have not burned it.  While the bacon cooks, I get a fork and scramble a few eggs with a bit of milk, salt, and pepper.  On other nights, I might have added a rainbow of fresh peppers, but not tonight.  Hoping the grease won’t pop and burn my hand, I lift the bacon and place it on the paper towel to absorb the fat.

I love the sound of eggs poured into a hot pan.  It’s a unique sound that reminds me of breakfasts that my mom or my dad made for me all the years I lived at home.  I love how the eggs gradually thicken, puff up, and become light, fluffy, yellow clouds.  

As I sit down to eat my simple meal, I am grateful for the comfort 2 strips of bacon and a couple of eggs can bring.  

 

 

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Crystal Brooks
    Mar 08, 2014 @ 23:09:43

    Oh how I can relate, I didn’t cook last night, not even eggs. They ate off the shelf and everyone is fine. Love your description of the eggs cooking in the pan

    Reply

  2. Sally
    Mar 08, 2014 @ 23:36:16

    Thanks for sharing a way to write about something as simple as making bacon and eggs!

    Reply

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