The Egg Enigma

When I first went ‘crazy,’ I was living in a cement-block apartment on the campus of Auburn University.

There was a kitchen. The only thing I ‘knew’ how to make were scrambled eggs. I made them, perhaps, three times in my nearly two years there…

I can no longer make scrambled eggs.

I can eat them, but I can’t make them.

Since those dark days at Auburn, I have catered weddings and Christmas parties, showered gourmet gifts on kith and kin.

But I can’t make scrambled eggs.

I tried again yesterday and failed.

I don’t understand me much.

Somedays, I don’t think I want to.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe