A bad day. A cast-iron skillet, bought for $12 at a flea market in Maine. The memory of a recent vacation that is already the too-distant past. A fresh egg. A stack of grilled vegetables. A weeknight best put quickly to bed after dinner.
The perfect yolk in an imperfect life: This is worth it.

My daily to myself spot of heaven? Leaning over the kitchen sink, biting into my sliced tomatoes on toast.
ReplyDelete11:00 a.m.: it's what keep me going.
Sliced tomatoes on toast ARE heaven. Oh, how I already miss tomato season…
DeleteNow: Baked sqaush. Roasted onions. Sweet potatoes. PUT AN EGG ON ALL OF IT.
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