Monday morning, I fried an egg and put it on toast.
I like eggs. Eggs are simple.
I also like toast. Toast is simple, too.
I know many people who read food blogs do so in order to find inspiration, motivation, new ingredients or new recipes, but I’m afraid that isn’t what I’ve got for you today. Instead, I have a fried egg. I have toast. I have the comfort that comes from what is familiar and routine, particularly when that something is being slowly enjoyed and savored.
It’s true this post is nothing earth-shattering, but it is important. It is worth some attention here. Because listen, this very basic, very everyday, very beautifully simple breakfast is also a reminder: it’s a reminder that anytime you find yourself in the midst of things decidedly un-simple—be they budgeting, taxes, packing, moving, or finding a new place to live—you still have basic kitchen routines, like frying eggs, to return to.