Break The Cycle And The World Will Be Yours

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This husband of mine…

Made his beautiful wife breakfast one morning…not breakfast in bed…with the tray…and the flower in the bud vase…but more like…I’m going to fry me an egg…do you want one…kind of breakfast…

His fried eggs…always take this old gal back…about 50 years…to the fried eggs of days gone by…he fries them…just like that mother of mine…lots of hot oil…the eggs popping all over…grease splatters galore…every wife’s nightmare…but they come out…soft in the center…with crispy brown edges…all around…

As a kid…it was the small things…the chips on top of the tuna casserole…finding a bone…we considered a treasure…in the creamed salmon…and the fried egg crispies…when it came to foods…that mother of mine…was rigid…meatloaf could only be served with baked potato…pizza….always Canadian bacon…and Sunday supper….popcorn and apples…

High School me…made chili for supper…to her dismay…that mother of mine refused to eat it…apparently…hated chili powder…so next time…the batch was split…a little spice for the brothers…none for her…still refused to eat it…cuz…apparently…she’s never really LIKED chili…

So when a friend fried eggs…in butter…an epiphany was had…it’s ok…to fry in butter…eat pepperoni pizza…spice up the chili…mix it up…break the cycle…

So Mr. Crispy Egg…made for me with love…I forgive you those greasy blobs covering the stove…and thank you for showing me how far I’ve come…in 50 years…

And proving to me…that the fight to break the cycle…is worth it...
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And this husband of mine…agrees.