“He shoveled the bacon out on a plate and broke the eggs in the hot grease and they jumped and fluttered their edges to brown lace and made clucking sounds.”

Today is a dismal dark day. The rain started last night around eleven, and it’s still raining.  The weather report says rain on and off for most of the day. The only saving grace is the warmth. It is 47˚. I have to go to the dump. I’m thinking it will be quiet. The rain keeps people away.

When I was a kid, I mostly walked to church on Sundays. Sometimes, though, I’d go with my father to an early mass where he was an usher. I always wished I was an usher, but only men were ushers. My father stood in the back of the church waiting until the right time to pass his basket. He never kneeled. The baskets were at the end of a long pole which reached to the halfway point of the pew. My father would pass the basket then move to the other side of the church to get the rest of the pew. I always had a dime for the offering. After church my dad bought his paper from the guy in front of the church who was always there. The guy had a gray cart with a cover so he could protect his papers from the rain. After that my father and I sometimes went to get donuts to bring home. My father only ate plain donuts which he buttered. He’d also buy jelly, lemon and glazed donuts. I loved butternut, but he never remembered. My father kept with the traditional donuts. It made choosing easy.

I love eggs and their versatility. My favorite breakfast is two eggs over easy, crispy bacon and toast, usually rye. Eggs are often dinner for me, and once in a while I make an egg salad, but only if I have celery and lettuce to add as egg salad by itself is a bit bland. I love deviled eggs. My mother made them for all her barbecues, and my friend Clare often does the same. Most people have a favorite recipe for potato salad, but for just about every recipe, eggs are a critical ingredient. Coloring Easter eggs is a family tradition. You not only get to decorate the hard-boiled eggs but you also get to eat them.

St. Patrick’s drill team used to take part in the Halloween parade in Woburn, a town next to my own. We all hated marching in it because during the parade we’d get egged. I remember getting hit in the leg and having the egg slide down into my boot. It was gross marching on shells and uncooked eggs. I was glad when the decision was made not to march.

In Ghana I was close up and personal with eggs. I had chickens, and I also bought eggs in the market and sometimes from some small girls selling door to door. If I wasn’t careful in buying the eggs, I’d sometimes crack an egg the chicken had sat on for a bit. I was never bothered by that. It was just the way it was in Ghana sometimes.

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8 Comments on ““He shoveled the bacon out on a plate and broke the eggs in the hot grease and they jumped and fluttered their edges to brown lace and made clucking sounds.””

  1. Bob Says:

    I arrived here yesterday evening and the snow has stopped. It’s been cold but not bitterly cold. It’s supposed to sleet here today but I haven’t seen it.

    I love my eggs just the way you described. Sometimes I like an English muffin instead of the rye toast. I also like hash brown potatoes.

    My boss, my coworker and a family friend all raise chickens and I have had fresh eggs. I didn’t think they were all that they were cracked up to be. 🙂 My wife still thought she had to refrigerate them. They did last long since my son would make eggs for every meal.

    It’s 28 degrees with light snow according to the weather app but it’s not snowing here near the airport.

    • katry Says:

      I think I hate sleep more than anything. The ice and water is always freezing. You get wet, and you get cold.

      I also sometimes have an English muffin. I like hash brown but I like them herbed up as I find them bland by themselves.

      I had the freshest eggs in Ghana, eggs from my chickens. I think they tasted better than the eggs we have here. Mine in Ghana were never refrigerated. The eggs from the supermarkets are always refrigerated.

      Finally I’ve got warmer temperature than you!!

      • Bob Says:

        Of course, I’m in Toronto Ontario Canada. On the north side of the cold front that has been giving you rain. Maybe they were feeding something else to the chickens in Ghana than my friends are feeding their chickens. I’m not a big fan of eggs. I don’t like them scrambled, nor in egg salad but I like deviled eggs. Go figure?

      • Bob Says:

        Your temp is warmer than Dallas as well as Toronto.

      • katry Says:

        Finally!! Warmer than Dallas.

      • katry Says:

        I like eggs just about every way. The chickens in Ghana were free range so maybe that’s the difference.

  2. olof1 Says:

    We’re having a snow storm at the moment. I’m not sure that there’s a lot of snow but the wind is so strong that it’s hard to estimate how much snow there really is.

    The only donuts I can remember from when I was little was the ones that were filled with apple sauce in the middle, not the ones with a hole in the middle. We didn’t call them donuts though but Jelly Munks. I still prefer those or the ones filled with custard 🙂

    Eggs really are perfect in all ways! I always make sure that I have some at home. As long as there are eggs in the home one can make a dinner with almost nothing more. I like to have hard boiled eggs on a sandwich and smoked cod roe (we call it caviar but the EU says it isn’t because it would sort of bring down the more expensive kinds in status 🙂 🙂 ).

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I hate a windy. snowstorm. Most times the snow is blown sideways, and as you said, we have no idea how much snow has fallen.

      Our filled donuts have no hole in the middle or all the insides would fall out. The one with custard is my favorite.

      I am not a smoked fish fan nor do I like roe or caviar. I fry. my. eggs for a sandwich and sometimes add cheese. I alway shave eggs on hand.

      Have a great day!

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