Posted April 1, 2017 by Kerry McFall
There’s something almost magical about fresh eggs, delivered to your doorstep by a dear friend. Her hens are happy and healthy, and pampered, of course, which is how I felt yesterday morning at breakfast time. But the true magic is in the Green Egg, which towers over the other little caramel-colored or soft pink eggs, filling its cardboard cup to overflowing. It was almost a perfect sphere, not the usual elliptical egg shape, and when I cracked it on the edge of my black skillet, it split almost exactly in half. I gently slid its contents into the center of the sizzling puddle of butter, and the yolk stood up round and proud and orange in the center of the quickly-thickening egg white. Store bought eggs don’t do that – their yolks flatten themselves, lemony yellow, pale and tired. “Over medium”, it was delicious. A crisp slice of sour dough toast, coffee brewed by my husband (who has finally learned to make a pot of coffee after 30+ years of marriage!), a glass of V8 juice – doesn’t get much better!
Diversity. New life. Strength. This collection of sizes and shapes and colors reminds me of how important immigrants are. How important diversity is. How important different viewpoints are. Building walls on borders is simply insane counterproductive. As I was writing this, I began to think maybe I’m taking my analogy too far, but, read this definition from Google:
- “an analogy between the workings of nature and those of human societies”
a thing that is comparable to something else in significant respects.“works of art were seen as an analogy for works of nature”