An Egg = Change


For some its a difficult word. A difficult process.

Admittedly, I thought I was immune to change. Immune or unaffected. Or perhaps I thought I was “good” at change.

When you move ten times before high school, through five different countries and five different states, change would be your norm. You just assume change comes naturally. What else do you know? You’re a third culture kid, floating in and out of one world to the next. One culture to the next, one friend group to the next, from house to condo, suburb to island to the metropolis of Tokyo.

Change is your uncountable blessing. It propels you forward with hastening speed. Perhaps there wasn’t even time to question whether or not I was comfortable with change.

Now, with change all around me, am I as “good” with it as I once was?

I have yet to answer.

However there are a few changes I am definitely good with!

Like this barn table friend gifted me. (Mom did a great job staining) But who knew my uber modern style would evolve? I swore it wouldn’t 🙂

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And all of a sudden I make eggs? Like frittatas and actually eat them? For so long I had quite the aversion to any egg that wasn’t deviled or poached.Similar Recipe here.

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Are you “good” with change?

Brunch Class Anyone?

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If you happen to know anything about my taste buds, you know I do not eat eggs.  Well sort of.  No scrambled eggs, no hard boiled eggs (gross) no omelets, no thank you. It is a texture thing…

Possibly a foodie sin?

But I will devour Eggs Benedict and take down a tray of deviled eggs.   I will even eat a fried egg if I must.  And I’ll eat the egg in fried rice…

Despite my illogical relationship with eggs, I adore this city’s fascination with Brunch, (mainly for the alcohol)…. So attending a Brunch Cooking Demonstration is right up my alley…. and another excuse to peruse the Public Market..

We were served a Garden Frittata, Crab Quiche, Brie Strata with Fruit Salsa, Grand Marnier Croissant and French Toast.

Mom can you believe I ate some of these dishes? I know, shock… eggs.

There were suppose to be mimosas on the menu, perhaps they got lost in the back?

The speed in which these women were able to get that many plates out, over that many courses was beyond impressive.  Commendable.  (perhaps it was the over eager audience members who decided to help out?)

I am dying to try a few other of the other classes, like the “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” or the “Paella Party”… If anyone would be willing to buy my ticket, I’ll gladly go as your date 🙂 I’ll even allow you to say all the awful things you should never say on a date, that I talk about here… if you take me 🙂