Day 27: #WorldWatercolorMonth Eggs Sunny Side Up in Metal Pan Skillet

Day 27: #WorldWatercolorMonth

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.

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Sennelier L’Aquarelle Watercolours: Bright Red, Quinacridone Gold, Olive Green, and French Ultramarine Blue. Lamy Safari Al Star pen with Platinum Carbon sepia ink in a 5″ x 8″ 140 lb. (300 gsm) Pentalic Aqua Journal.

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52 thoughts on “Day 27: #WorldWatercolorMonth

  1. Oh, yum, sunny-side-up eggs and toast make me happy anytime. Maybe I will doodlewash a diamond and see if the question/result thing works with MY hunny 😂

  2. Nice egg portrait! I love them too. For me, eggs are the ultimate comfort food. I like them over easy with the yokes soft and runny enough to dip my toast in. My dad was a fan of poached eggs and had a neat trick of spinning the boiling water in circles and dropping the egg in the center. You had to scoop it out as soon as it cooked or it was a real mess. I never have been able to do it as well as he did. How about Philippe, does he make poached eggs too?

  3. Great painting today Charlie! I had an over easy egg for breakfast today. There was a time as a girl I only ate them scrambled, or as creamed eggs on toast. One of my all time favorite dinners btw. 🙂 I love eggs anytime though.

    Hope you’re feeling better!

  4. Egg-ceptional! (Sorry) I had these too – must have been something in the air! You can’t go wrong with eggs, especially when they come from your own happy hens. When I was a kid, I was the opposite to you on this 😛 making that yolk run was the bit I looked forward to!

    ‘Sunny side up’ does sound a good philosophy.

      1. Hahaha! Harsh, even if clearly true. I should never have come out against ice cream, should I…? 😉

        Well, my mother has some happy rescue hens. Which means regular supplies of happy eggs. Yay!

  5. Funny, I was listening to Martina McBride’s song, Sunny Side Up while driving today! 😉 I’m with Jacob – I used to love runny eggs now not so much! Great Doodlewash today, Charlie! 😄🎨💕

  6. This just makes me feel happy! Maybe it’s that wonderful green cloth or the memory of eggs just like this, but I just can’t stop smiling. And thanks for pointing out that these eggs have one of the best names ever: sunny-side up. Glad that you are feeling better

  7. Whoops! Hit send before I was ready to leave – was going to say I agree about urban sketches of food. How can anyone bear to sit and sketch it rather than giving it (and whoever has prepared it) the respect it deserves and eating it with pleasure?

    1. Thanks! I always feel like that’s the ONE thing I could urban sketch consistently since I love to illustrate food, but then I HATE the thought of not eating it right away! Lol Even 10 minutes would be a nightmare and not be fun at all! Guess I’m really not cut out to be an urban sketcher. So I’ll just support my lovely friends who are! (or possess much more will power than I do apparently! lol) 😉

  8. Don’t know how, but I missed this one, so am enjoying your sunnies now. I find your purple, yellow, white, and orange composition delectable, Charlie – yum!

    My grandkids spent the night a few days ago and made pancakes in the morning for everyone. I made scrambled eggs to go with, and along with fresh fruit, we had a wonderful breakfast. Scrambled are not nearly as pretty as sunnies, or toads-in-a-hole, but I can make scrambled eggs easily. The kids loved them, so I’m finally relieved of always having to make French toast when they stay over night with us.

    Of course, who can complain about French toast?

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