There is nothing worse than going to the fridge which is devoid of eggs! Just as well our local Supermarket is only a couple of minutes up the road. BUT worse than that is to find there is not even a crust of bread in the fridge or freezer… like you I’ll eat eggs any way, and unlike my husband I always eat the crusts. We have a ritual on toast mornings in that there are three spreads, vegemite, peanut butter, jam and honey. Each slice of toast is cut in half and in the order just written the spreads are added to each piece. For me both Vegemite and peanut butter must have a generous slather of butter.. do you have far to go and buy some more eggs?
Who knew you could pack such substance into a post about eggs?!! My goodness! This is such a terrific piece! Appreciate and relate to every bit(e) of this! Thanks, Mo, for your beautiful perspective! Love you! Blessings, ~Wendy💜🥚🍳🤯
second this comment. I also love me some runny yolks. your description of it was SPOT ON. Its funny the little things that ground us and give us routine and ritual. and realizing how important they are only when they are out.
This is so relatable. It's coffee for me in the morning. The days when I am not in the mood for it, I still have that. Maybe because it is routine and there is comfort in repetition.
I’m amazed by the way you express your simple morning of missing your eggs with a profound message in a beautiful language. Yeah life sucks out the very last ounce of comfort when you most need it. And you need to make something out of that emptiness. Well said.
shanjitha, your words mean so much to me—thank you! it’s never easy to sit with emptiness, but i think you’re right—there’s always something waiting to be made from it. thank you for seeing the heart of what i was trying to share 💛
Love your details! I like my eggs the same way! I couldn't sleep all night, so finally I got out of bed at 2 AM! So, I'm writing and typing and watching the Hallmark channel! My electric was out all night because PECO (the electric Co.) was working on the outside lines! I had gotten a letter saying they would be working on the lines but I misread the letter! It said 8PM to 4:30 AM but I thought it said 8 AM to 4 PM! I fell asleep and woke up on the sofa in pitch darkness when the electricity and my TV were out! And a bunch of PECO trucks were outside my house with their spotlights illuminating the outside of my house! It sure was a sight to see! I stepped on Teddy but I finally found my flashlight and finally Teddy and I went to bed after I found my way to the kitchen to take a pill!
oh connie, thank you for sharing this little window into your world—it feels like a story all on its own! i’m glad the lights eventually came back on, but wow, waking up to spotlights and PECO trucks outside must’ve felt surreal! teddy sounds like quite the trooper, even if he got an accidental step in the chaos (sending him some extra love!). sending you a warm hug and hoping you get some much-needed rest soon! 💛
End of November in Copenhagen is watching the colors being sucked out of everything - outdoors - leaving a strange not-really-lit World for seven hours, more like a threat than a hope. Indoor, however! Indoor is where the eggs are - also the Easter Eggs of a poem. I NEED to make eggs for breakfast NOW
“I can trust eggs on days I can trust nothing else.” Until they go bad! Good thing I didn’t crack them directly in the cooked sweet potatoes for the souffle I’m making. And it took me an hour or more to peel the potatoes and cook them! Luckily, my husband picked up the phone while he was exercising at the gym and volunteered to pick up a dozen “good eggs.”🥚 🍳 🪺
Your thoughts are so relatable, I wish you the best. Your ability to find the words to express the deepest ramblings of the mind at its humblest moments is something truly special.
This is so beautiful, the way you express is so magical and when I read what you write everything else around me shuts down, it’s just your beautiful voice in my ears , a smile on my face and the magic of your words. Absolutely enchanting.
There is nothing worse than going to the fridge which is devoid of eggs! Just as well our local Supermarket is only a couple of minutes up the road. BUT worse than that is to find there is not even a crust of bread in the fridge or freezer… like you I’ll eat eggs any way, and unlike my husband I always eat the crusts. We have a ritual on toast mornings in that there are three spreads, vegemite, peanut butter, jam and honey. Each slice of toast is cut in half and in the order just written the spreads are added to each piece. For me both Vegemite and peanut butter must have a generous slather of butter.. do you have far to go and buy some more eggs?
Who knew you could pack such substance into a post about eggs?!! My goodness! This is such a terrific piece! Appreciate and relate to every bit(e) of this! Thanks, Mo, for your beautiful perspective! Love you! Blessings, ~Wendy💜🥚🍳🤯
second this comment. I also love me some runny yolks. your description of it was SPOT ON. Its funny the little things that ground us and give us routine and ritual. and realizing how important they are only when they are out.
Hahaha! Lots of love right back to you dear Wendy!
I second every thought that’s been mentioned here.. I enjoy your writing!
This is so relatable. It's coffee for me in the morning. The days when I am not in the mood for it, I still have that. Maybe because it is routine and there is comfort in repetition.
I feel you!
I would like to send many cartons of eggs your way.... Such a gooey, warm essay!
YOU MADE ME SMILE ON A VERY SAD DAY, MALINI ♥️
Ah, beautiful, Mo ♥️
a reflection of you, Lizzie!!! ♥️
I’m amazed by the way you express your simple morning of missing your eggs with a profound message in a beautiful language. Yeah life sucks out the very last ounce of comfort when you most need it. And you need to make something out of that emptiness. Well said.
shanjitha, your words mean so much to me—thank you! it’s never easy to sit with emptiness, but i think you’re right—there’s always something waiting to be made from it. thank you for seeing the heart of what i was trying to share 💛
Love your details! I like my eggs the same way! I couldn't sleep all night, so finally I got out of bed at 2 AM! So, I'm writing and typing and watching the Hallmark channel! My electric was out all night because PECO (the electric Co.) was working on the outside lines! I had gotten a letter saying they would be working on the lines but I misread the letter! It said 8PM to 4:30 AM but I thought it said 8 AM to 4 PM! I fell asleep and woke up on the sofa in pitch darkness when the electricity and my TV were out! And a bunch of PECO trucks were outside my house with their spotlights illuminating the outside of my house! It sure was a sight to see! I stepped on Teddy but I finally found my flashlight and finally Teddy and I went to bed after I found my way to the kitchen to take a pill!
oh connie, thank you for sharing this little window into your world—it feels like a story all on its own! i’m glad the lights eventually came back on, but wow, waking up to spotlights and PECO trucks outside must’ve felt surreal! teddy sounds like quite the trooper, even if he got an accidental step in the chaos (sending him some extra love!). sending you a warm hug and hoping you get some much-needed rest soon! 💛
End of November in Copenhagen is watching the colors being sucked out of everything - outdoors - leaving a strange not-really-lit World for seven hours, more like a threat than a hope. Indoor, however! Indoor is where the eggs are - also the Easter Eggs of a poem. I NEED to make eggs for breakfast NOW
Shooot. Ended up with plain fried eggs. But the yoke sucked into the sourdough bread
Man! Woman!
And then I wrote a poem of dying
What did you make?! I'm so curious!
“I can trust eggs on days I can trust nothing else.” Until they go bad! Good thing I didn’t crack them directly in the cooked sweet potatoes for the souffle I’m making. And it took me an hour or more to peel the potatoes and cook them! Luckily, my husband picked up the phone while he was exercising at the gym and volunteered to pick up a dozen “good eggs.”🥚 🍳 🪺
Hope it was tasty!!! 💙💙
Your thoughts are so relatable, I wish you the best. Your ability to find the words to express the deepest ramblings of the mind at its humblest moments is something truly special.
I feel happy you have access to all my words 💙💙
Nothing but loads of love 💙💙
Boat loads right back to you! 💙💙
Deeply moved (impressed,touched( by your gift of words.
In divine gratitude for your love & appreciation, Jane!
This is so beautiful, the way you express is so magical and when I read what you write everything else around me shuts down, it’s just your beautiful voice in my ears , a smile on my face and the magic of your words. Absolutely enchanting.
You're my favorite kind of cheerleader!!! Thank you!
Mo, this is fantastically gorgeous writing. I am floored. Thank you.
I'm with you feeling grounded!!