LukeyoutheU blog 2
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I make what some consider (myself included) delicious scrambled eggs. They have a complexity of taste which pleases and satisfies, and unexpectedly so. How can scrambled eggs taste this good? They are, I’m not kidding you, almost like dessert. People have spoken rapturously about my eggs.
It was by accident that I discovered how to make/ create them. I’d been put in charge of a friend of a friend, and was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to make a good-tasting and hearty breakfast. I am no chef. I know how to cook perhaps twenty things well, and the majority of those are from microwavable bags. I did not know at the time that creating delicious scrambled eggs by anyone, let alone me, was possible. Nor that it was a repeatable talent that I would soon add to my life skill set.
On that day, in my dashing about, putting in toast, getting out the silverware and plates, and all the while holding a conversation with someone I wanted to impress, I got kind of distracted in cooking the eggs. I’d greased the pan with the appropriate spray, cracked the eggs and broken their yolks just fine; but I’d left them there, heat on, unscrambled, forgetting them for a minute or two. Kept on listening and talking and pouring I’ve-forgotten-what to drink. Then I remembered the eggs. Sprinted to the pan. In my absence, the clear of the eggs had become opaque. The yellow of the broken yolk juice was on its way to gold.
“Yikes!” I thought. “I’m too late.”
I had not followed the right, the usual sequence. I’d meant to mix the eggs, milk, and cheese all at once, in the pan, at the beginning of the process. Stir them together good. I knew from experience that a yellow, monochromatic liquid would result. It’s the stuff scrambled eggs, to my knowledge at the time, were made of.
I wanted to impress this friend of a friend, as I said, and my friend, so I kept smiling. I thought, I’m not going to let him know anything’s wrong. That I may have ruined the main portion of his meal. Let’s go with the flow, I decided.
Our introductory chitchat continued. I added milk and sprinkled shredded cheese on the not-yet fried eggs. Moved the mixture around, flipped portions, to be sure all would cook. But, I note, I did not try to force it all to be evenly cooked. Parts stayed a fluffy light yellow. Others became a slightly-overcooked brown. A country breakfast, rough at the edges, I told myself. Unlike the scrambled eggs I’d seen and made before, the eggs whites stood out in color and texture from the egg yellows. The milk made the mixture noticeably lighter. The cheese had seemed to disappear.
I presented the end result like I knew what I was doing. I will say that the breakfast looked really good. Buttered bread cozied up against the steaming eggs. There was fruit, if I recall correctly: a few raspberries on the plates. (I may be making the raspberry part up.) I don’t drink coffee and am not sure the friend of a friend did either, or maybe he did. The point is that the breakfast looked quite appetizing. Did it, and especially the eggs, also taste good? I didn’t yet know.
My friend’s friend is gracious and polite. Even accounting for that, though, the response was encouraging. He loved them! So did I.
We dug in. It was a scrumptious meal. I’m sure our good and easy conversation, even as we moved to more substantial topics, the fact that we were getting along well, added to our appreciation of the food. I’ve got to say, though, that Jake’s Adult Scrambled Eggs (I’ll explain the name in a bit) were a hit. A big hit. My friend’s friend raved about them. I thought, you know what, he’s right! They are good, very good. I can taste them now as I write to you, dear reader. Yum.
I won points with my friend’s friend, and with my friend, that day. In fact, my friend’s friend subsequently also became my friend. He might have/ would probably have become my friend without the great eggs. Who knows? The eggs didn’t hurt, though, I’ll say that much. So I’m going to think that everything worked together for the good. For the obvious good.
Here's the good in addition to the good eats: these scrambled eggs have also given me a useful analogy with which I can better understand life. My life, and Life, in the Big Picture. Don’t you, dear reader, love it when life presents a richness and newness of understanding you didn’t have before? And sometimes from objects you’ve known, or situations you’ve been in, for years?
I’ve had opportunities to make the eggs for my friends since then, and for the children of my friends. The adults appreciate them. The kids don’t. That’s part of the reason they’re called, “Jake’s Adult Scrambled Eggs.” The kids would rather have the usual kind of scrambled eggs. Maybe most people in the world would rather have the usual kind. They’d rather have scrambled eggs where the ingredients make a soup, end up as a single color and texture when done. Perhaps they’ve decided, like many adults, that it’s better for them to stick only with the tried and true. Scrambled eggs that taste, to me, anyway, extraordinarily bland. Eggs I don’t eat unless the not eating of them is impolite.
Ha! I think to myself, how I’ve changed!
As a kid, I remember my parents telling me that I was going to eat eggs, and then ask me what kind I’d like. But giving only two options. Scrambled? Or fried? I invariably choose scrambled. Uniformly bright, yellow, clustered scrambled eggs. How I would not eat or even try eggs prepared differently. How I was repulsed by even the look of the fried eggs, with their runny yolk when he cut into them, that my father so enjoyed.
Here’s the connection between the eggs and Life: the ingredients of Jake’s Adult Scrambled Eggs are the same as other scrambled eggs.
We have, the vast majority of us, much of the same ingredients in our lives: we eat, sleep, relate, work, play.
We all have, in some form or another, food, like eggs, milk, and cheese. Staples. The ordinary.
It’s what we do with what we have, and the way we do it, the sequencing, the timing, the attitude, the connections with others, which makes life different. Special. I would suggest, better. Like the eggs. With improvement, betterment, the new can come to us, even when we have years behind us. Even when others our age, others older, or younger, have given up hope.
I call them Adult Scrambled Eggs because probably most kids won’t appreciate them. I call them Adult because only those adults willing to move from what they’ve always known, only those willing to try a different understanding of how they experience the same old ingredients, are in a position to move on in their lives. To, yes, experience the same old things anew, as new. As well as the New.
What does this have to do with you directly, dear reader? What, in God’s name, has this got to do with your life?
Well, first of all, if you’d like to try the way I make scrambled eggs, contact me. I’ll send you the recipe. I have step-by-step instructions including the materials needed. You can contact me on my site here or at www.LukeyoutheU.com/contact, if the link doesn't work.
There’s a second and bigger meaning for you, also, if you’ll receive it: sequence matters, and can make things new. We’re all of a certain age. (I’m assuming that pretty much everybody reading this post is older than, say, sixteen at the youngest, and that most of us have a couple or many decades under our belts.) We’ve seen things. We’ve lived some life. We’ve probably gotten, most of us, to the point where we may be tempted to think that there’s nothing new under the sun. That we know, pretty much, how life works. "Sure, there are 'new' things," I can hear a couple of your grouse. "But aren’t they just old things in this and that way and so not new, after all?" One can take that perspective. One will also reap the rewards of it.
Here’s my point with the Jake’s Adult Scrambled Eggs example: one can take the same ingredients, essentially the same amount of time and effort, and produce different results. Yes, we all know things, have experienced things. But our understanding and experience, even of the same things, the same situations, the same people, the same circumstances need not always and only be the same. When the ingredients are added and how they’re added and cared for can change the result. Make life better, your life better. Even in something as simple and commonplace as making scrambled eggs. And in more complex and important matters, too.
This is my second blog for LukeyoutheU and I look forward to more. I’m committing to publishing a blog about weekly for the next year. (I say “about weekly” because there are going to be weeks I take off.) I expect the blog to be an expansive and learning experience for me, and, I hope, also for my readers. Perhaps for you.
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Thanks! And I hope for many, many happy “accidents” in your life.