Today, we have a couple of eggs in a pan for no good reason other than the fact that I was craving eggs today. I also rather like the name of this particular preparation which is called sunny-side up. It just sounds sort of happy and after not feeling great the last couple of days, I’m finally on the mend today so it seems an appropriate, if not odd, way to celebrate. With a painting at least, as I’ve still yet to get the actual eggs. This is why I was a terrible urban sketcher. I usually want to sketch whatever weird thing just popped into my head, rather than what’s actually in front of me. I meant to try some urban sketching again this month in honor of my friends attending the Urban Sketcher symposium in Manchester (which started today), but it just hasn’t happened yet. So I’ll just say, I hope everyone there is having a fantastic time!
As for eggs, they’re another thing that changed for me as I got older. As a kid, I wanted only hard boiled or fried eggs with firm yolks. The runny stuff or “ooze” as I called it then sort of grossed me out and I didn’t want any part of it. If an egg like that was served to me, I would carefully eat the white part, playing a strange game of Operation in order to avoid piercing the yolk and ruining any chance of eating. Once the white was completely devoured, I’d let the yolk sit there as a protest to undercooked food. This thankfully, has changed and I’m now able to consume the egg in any fashion it arrives. In fact, I love just about any version of egg that arrives, particulary since I’ve now learned that they’re unfertilized and I’m not eating future baby chicks.
I’m running short on time as ever, but since these posts are in done in real time, I’m happy to report that before getting to this last paragraph, Philippe is currently making me an egg! This happened because he saw the doodlewash I just made, and asked, “why did you paint that?” This, by the way, is not the first time he’s asked that. “Well, you know,” I said weakly, “I was just craving eggs today.” Thankfully, in love, no further questions are necessary and now I’m about to get my wish. Too late to be an urban sketch, unfortunately, but who wants to let their eggs get cold while sketching them? Not me for sure, so I shall bid you farewell as I blissfully enjoy the real thing now.