Over-easy or Overdone? Humor from a Short Order “Cook”
The first thing I ever cooked for Kevin was two over-easy eggs. I grew up on those delicious sun drops of rich, yellow yolk oozing onto the plate. I would quickly dip my toast into the rivers before they ran cold. As I served him the eggs and toast on a worn green plate, Kevin should have known that my cooking ability was pretty limited. Thank goodness that even though he didn’t love the eggs, he somehow knew he wasn't marrying me for my kitchen skills. During all the weird meals I have cooked for us, he is the first one to laugh alongside me and never insult my “special struggle.” I think I knew how to cook five things when I got married. 1. Ramen Noodles 2. Eggs (All varieties! Scrambled, over-easy, omelet-if I am lucky to flip it right) 3. Macaroni and Cheese from the box 4. Bagel/egg/ham sandwich 5. Ummm…. I knew how to ground beef in a pan So like the naïve little new wife I was, I began to make dinner on the