Which Came First?
I write to you from a bus heading to Portland - The sky is impossibly clear, the towering evergreens are the only thing that assure me I am still in the Pacific Northwest. The road is steady and endless, the journey is easy. There is this very specific combination of anxiety and suspense that both excites and calms me. A duo that I often lose myself in while traveling, a combination of contradictory sensations that somehow settle inside me creating an undeniable peace.
These are the moments I crave, this is the life I dream of. Moving and creating, all wrapped up in a simple package, tied with a bow, topped with a pair of sturdy boots and a comfy beanie.
I’m in limbo now, gone from my last nomadic jaunt across the country and eagerly awaiting the next journey. I work in an office somedays, occasionally I venture to Oregon, I take pictures of cooks and food and farms, I make myself breakfast salads and ornate toasts. And sometimes I make the opposite of that…
Sometimes there's leftover fried chicken that can easily be excused as breakfast food if you pair it with eggs.
That's how it works, I'm sure. Eggs + something = breakfast.
All you need to know for this one is how to cook an egg. There's a million ways to do this so here's one:
- Bring a small pot of water to a boil
- Gently drop the eggs in with a spoon, don't let them crack (this is your one responsibility, don't blow it!)
- Cook for 5 minutes
- Remove eggs, and dry them off
- Place in egg cup (or shot glass) and cut the top off
The egg will be soft-cooked and the yolk will be runny. Not into that? Simply let the eggs cook for longer.