Sometimes the squirrels and other free-range organic cage-free critters get to the eggs before Cathy can. Sometimes she gets to them first. And when she does, she likes to share.
Before I went all healthy, I didn't have much use for eggs. They aren't microwave-friendly, and they aren't the protein-per-calorie bargain that cottage cheese is. So, I used about 3 cartons of eggs per year, all on weeks when it was my turn to do Friday breakfast for the coworkers.
But, the new and improved microwaveless me loves eggs. Especially on those nights (like tonight) when I get home late and hungry and want food NOW.
Eggs were great-grandma's fast food.
They were also Aunt Gail's.
I spent a summer with Aunt Gail when I was 12. Aunt Gail worked in Hollywood as a manicurist, and she lived in Glendale. Even back then it wasn't a fun commute. If microwaves existed, they didn't exist for people living on a manicurist's wages and tips.
So, five nights a week we had eggs and frozen hash browns for dinner. We probably had bacon or sausage, too. Aunt Gail was, after all, a Southern girl. With her growing boy of a son and her 6'7" giant of a brother living with her, there was surely some meat. But, it's the eggs and hash browns I remember.
Every night.
Five nights a week.
All summer long.
I don't recall ever getting bored with that. It felt scandalous, avant-garde, and decadent to eat breakfast for dinner.
Every night.
Five nights a week.
All summer long.
And, now, I come home tired and hungry and grumpy from my commute, having done my fair share of, if not painting toes, at least trying not to step on them. And, once in a while, it's still delightfully scandalous, a wee bit avante-garde, and deliciously decadent to eat breakfast for dinner.
Especially when dinner is a couple of Cathy's free-range organic cage-free eggs.
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