One thing is in common for all locations and seasons: time is never enough. So, what’s for dinner, we often think. Or, for breakfast… Although, usually breakfast is far easier to conjure up. I used to hate eggs when I was a child. Dad would always make them scrambled, but he mixed them in the pan, so they would end up looking so bizarre and repulsive that I just couldn’t bring myself to like them. Not eating that was never an option, as my dad was pretty insistant I ate regularly. With good reason, too. Things changed in that matter, definitely. Recently, I rediscovered that meal, but I still don’t eat eggs scrambled.
The prompt for JOM, aka July, Oh my! is Fried Eggs. The day is July 20th, weekend is time for rest, not for cooking.
stepping on eggshells is
if you have no purpose to
Eat the eggs, throw the shells!
Happy morning after!