I am deeply touched by the reflection of impermanence in the electric skillet. Not by my shared experience of displacement, but by my grandmother who lived a life of uncertain safety next to her electric skillet in the same house for decades.
Secondly, while I'm intrigued by this mouth popping egg yoke theory, I'm not sure how it can coexist with my "if you're not licking yolk off your hands as you eat the sandwich, did it even happen" theory.
Fried eggs in a sandwich is admittedly a different affair, though in a sandwich I actually prefer a harder cooked yolk (à la an Egg McMuffin™) so that it doesn’t wind up all over me! (This aversion to mess is a holdover from childhood, when I would literally eat donuts and pizza with a fork and knife.)
This one was lovely. Two takeaways:
I am deeply touched by the reflection of impermanence in the electric skillet. Not by my shared experience of displacement, but by my grandmother who lived a life of uncertain safety next to her electric skillet in the same house for decades.
Secondly, while I'm intrigued by this mouth popping egg yoke theory, I'm not sure how it can coexist with my "if you're not licking yolk off your hands as you eat the sandwich, did it even happen" theory.
Fried eggs in a sandwich is admittedly a different affair, though in a sandwich I actually prefer a harder cooked yolk (à la an Egg McMuffin™) so that it doesn’t wind up all over me! (This aversion to mess is a holdover from childhood, when I would literally eat donuts and pizza with a fork and knife.)
You're crazy, but maybe brilliant. Eager to test your egg philosophy!
Probably both. But I swear you’ll never go back!