I like making eggs.

I usually fry them, over easy, in a little olive oil and butter. I like the yolks unbroken, cooked but a little soft. I cook them through on one side so the yolks don't break when I flip them, then I flip them and let them cook another minute or so on low heat. Sometimes I'll jazz them up a bit, adding a little cheese, or even some tarragon if I'm really feeling my oats.              

Erin says, "Oh, you're making eggs? Great!" as if it's a huge undertaking. It's not. I turn on the burner, add oil and butter, then crack the eggs, four at a time. I check back in a few minutes to flip them, then once more to serve them. It hardly takes any more time than our normal breakfast routine.

But I don't do it every day. Workdays are a rush to get out of the house, and I'm lucky if I grab a bowl of cereal and sit down with Oliver and Vera before Oliver finishes his three bowls of cereal and is off playing. Making eggs on a workday seems like such a hassle, even if it doesn't take much more time.

Oliver says he doesn't want eggs if I offer, but if I just put them on the table he eats one. Erin eats two eggs. Vera eats three. I eat four, cholesterol be damned.

I like eating eggs, although by the time I've made everyone else's and sit down to eat mine, they're already cold. That's okay. What I really like is making the eggs.

I like making eggs because of what it signifies.

When I make eggs, it means I have time to make eggs. It means I'm starting my day by doing something for myself and my family. It means I'm in control of my time and my life, if only for the five minutes it takes to crack them and flip them. 

The rest of my day may cascade out of control, a pinball machine of requests and reactions, demands and disappointments, favors and follow ups. My time is not my own. I live at the mercy of the next disaster to drop in my inbox, and end my day with a muddle of unresolved action items and unmet obligations. 

But at least I made eggs.

We just scheduled a house-sitting gig in the north of France where we'll be taking care of two cats, three dogs, four horses, some ducks... and chickens. 

I hope those chickens are laying eggs. 

by: Tim