“Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.”
Last night it rained, a heavy rain, but now it is cloudy but dry. A strong wind is blowing even the heaviest top branches of the backyard trees and making it feel colder than it is. I have to go out for a bit. That seems to happen about every day. I’m missing my hibernation.
Tuesday night, when I was driving home from uke practice, the fog was heavy in places, especially in the low parts of the road. There were few cars. On Wednesday morning the fog was so thick it hid the ocean. I loved that ride.
When I was a kid, school days were all the same. My mother woke us up. She always made breakfast. Soft boiled eggs were my favorite. We had yellow chick egg holders from Fanny Farmer. When I bought my house, my mother brought down a few, two of which are missing beaks, but that doesn’t matter. They have a prominent place in my kitchen. She always took off the top of the egg shell and cut the toast into strips for egg dunking. I drank cocoa with my breakfast. After eating, I got dressed for school. I never had to decide what to wear. It was always a white blouse, blue skirt and a cowboy bow tie. I walked to school with my friend, waited in the schoolyard for the bell to ring, went inside, left my coat in the cloak room and then took my seat at my desk. The school day had officially begun. It seldom held any surprises.
We had a TV just about my whole life. We’d watch it starting in the late afternoon. My mother would be in the kitchen making dinner. I have in my mind’s eye, in my memory drawers, exactly what the kitchens of my childhood looked like. My mother is always part of that memory. Sometimes she is standing at the sink and other times at the stove. Potatoes are aways cooking. I still remember the pan she used. The windows of the small kitchens always misted over from the heat of the oven. The house always felt its coziest then.
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March 8, 2024 at 4:05 pm
Hi Kat,
Last night and most of yesterday we had a good soaking rain. This morning the cold front came through and dropped the morning temperature down to 47°. The high today might hit 70° with a strong north wind.
I never liked soft boiled eggs. My mother would eat them out of a coffee cup with toast for dipping into the egg mixture. Yuk.
Although my memories of my mother are fading, I do remember she gave us cold cereal with milk before sending my sister and I off to school. We liked the sugary ones the best. Of course we sprinkled sugar atop the corn flakes if we didn’t have the Sugar Frosted variety, or onto Rice Krispies. Still love my sweets.
My better half went to a nutritionist and is trying to eat healthy with no carbs, nor gluten. I eat Twinkies, Snowballs, and or Ding Dongs every day. She says I eat like a five year old kid. I keep telling her that when I’m on my deathbed I won’t regret all that sugar even if it reduces my lifespan by a day. 🙂
March 9, 2024 at 12:11 am
Hi Bob,
Today stayed cloudy. We are expecting more rain on Sunday, another mighty storm. We have had so much rain in the last week. Two storms were over an inch of rain each time.
We always had egg cups for our soft boiled eggs. We just pretty much just sopped up the yolk with the toast strips, not unlike the yolk of fried over easy eggs.
We sometimes had cold cereal for breakfast. Rice Krispies were my favorite. My brother ate Cheerios. My mother made hot breakfasts mostly in the winter. We had eggs, oatmeal and sometimes muffins right out of the oven. White toast was the most common.
I do try to limit my sweets, but I like my Snickers! I don’t often buy Hostess, but I will buy a pastry at the bakery. Lately I’ve been into apple turnovers but I also love their cupcakes..