Originally when I was given the opportunity for it to be very easy for me to do a daily journal I jumped at the chance because I thought I would put light hearted observations and maybe some slightly comical references into electrical print. Instead it has become more of the Diary of Disgust I originally thought I’d wanted to write. That being said…
The dynamics involved with trying to coordinate cooking eggs and toast at the same time so that they are ready at the same time drives me nuts! It just seems like one of those things that is damn near impossible to do. Don’t know what I’m getting at? OK, let me paint the scenario for you.
You get up and decide it is to be a morning of eggs with some toast on the side. If you are like me and are fond of runny egg yolks for the toast to aid in the consumption of. With the best of intentions you put the bread into the slots of the toaster and then begin to heat your pan and drop your eggs in.
At this point, the game begins. If you are a true master of Zen or in touch with the all mighty and powerful IS of the universe maybe getting the toast to be ready at the exact moment the eggs are is easy for you. For me it seems as elusive as the quest for the Holy Grail or achieving a perfect golf swing.
Why is this so important might you ask? OK, I admit that to a sane and sensible person this probably holds as much importance as ones need to categorize dryer lint (Does anyone do this by the way? I can just see someone sitting there “Yes, the lint from doing towels is so thick yet nice and fluffy…”). When making eggs and toast at home I like the eggs to be perfect and I like the toast to still be warm. Sometimes when making the toast you may neglect the eggs and the yolks get rock hard, thus negating the need for the toast at all and making this entire thing an excercise in futility. Sometimes you make the toast too soon and the eggs are perfect but the toast is cold and not quite as tasty. Don’t even get me started on trying to bring bacon into this equation.
Maybe, when it is all said and done what the whole truth is it is best just to go down to my local Denny’s and ordering eggs with some toast (and even bacon for that matter) and they all come out together on a nice plate at the same time and seem as though they were all ready at once. At least, by taking this avenue, I have someone else to blame if any of the above aren’t done to this incredible benchmark of perfection I am demanding.
I suppose after reading this I’ve given you just too much of a glimpse into the cold void that is my mind and I’ve proven to you all that I am just as nutty as a fruit cake.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
-WW
