I was having eggs this morning. I never get “once over easy” quite right. That’s a gifted chef that can do that, or a really good pan.

Sitting there, a memory popped up in my mind. Every summer growing up my parents sent me on little trips to stay with my Aunt’s and Uncle’s.  Looking back, I’m pretty sure they were wanting to get rid of me. 💁 I mean a kid in the 70’s, no phone, no TV beyond 13 channels, one of which was the time, and who was kind of exhausting, needed summer trips out of Mom’s hair now and then. My Uncle Sonny made “corn fried eggs.” I can still taste that cornmeal. Those eggs were perfect. Anytime my Mom made them, she talked about her home town, eggs, corn, and the house she grew up in.

Uncle Sonny would definitely joke around when he served them to you. Most often spilling something on your hand acting like it was accidental.

They have all left us now. Leaving voids on this Earth, and cherished memories of a much more simple time.  Gifted us with a deep appreciation of the easy simple things of this beautiful life.

Corn fried eggs.  I think I’ll spill some on my hand, accidentally.

✌