Two eggs were cracked on the counter and the cracks were peered at.
While the delicious liquid yellow spread itself comfortably on the pan, we drank wine from paper glasses. We clinked the paper cups, without the sound of course, and said Cheers because that’s what we do.
We put in all sorts of things, because you know, we could. There was the brown onions and blue cheese. There were also leftover mushrooms from last night’s pasta. Someone said that the eggs wouldn’t be enough so we cheerfully dropped in two more, and a mass of sunshine hit the vegetables.
In the drawer next to the spoons, there were atleast a dozen packets of chilli flakes because they come free with pizzas and no one in the right mind throws away free stuff. We put that in, along with some free oregano, and cocked our heads and stuck our pinkies out, in a pretentious manner.
We argued noisily over whether the eggs were cooked or not. One of us, with little patience for loud voices and pointless suggestions, got mad and scrambled the eggs with a wooden spoon to shut the rest of us up.
They were little shreds of joy on our plates of course. We consumed them, with brown bread, all while discussing larger issues that affect our generation. It was all very grown up.
While the delicious liquid yellow spread itself comfortably on the pan, we drank wine from paper glasses. We clinked the paper cups, without the sound of course, and said Cheers because that’s what we do.
We put in all sorts of things, because you know, we could. There was the brown onions and blue cheese. There were also leftover mushrooms from last night’s pasta. Someone said that the eggs wouldn’t be enough so we cheerfully dropped in two more, and a mass of sunshine hit the vegetables.
In the drawer next to the spoons, there were atleast a dozen packets of chilli flakes because they come free with pizzas and no one in the right mind throws away free stuff. We put that in, along with some free oregano, and cocked our heads and stuck our pinkies out, in a pretentious manner.
We argued noisily over whether the eggs were cooked or not. One of us, with little patience for loud voices and pointless suggestions, got mad and scrambled the eggs with a wooden spoon to shut the rest of us up.
They were little shreds of joy on our plates of course. We consumed them, with brown bread, all while discussing larger issues that affect our generation. It was all very grown up.
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