I’ve been in this apartment for a little more than a month. I don’t cook like most people. I thought that was all I needed was a microwave. But eggs don’t do well in a microwave.
I remembered that my daughter had put some things into a cabinet beside the sink. At first, I didn’t think it was worth looking into that cabinet, but then I wasn’t particularly busy doing anything else. I opened the cabinet and started looking around inside the cabinet. Much to my surprise, there were two skillets, there were canned goods that I’ll use and to my surprise, two coffee pots I forgot I had.
This morning I headed to the grocery and bought a dozen eggs.
As I was cracking my eggs, my mind took me back to 1965. I was unrated when I got to Guam. Each squadron had to supply workers to the air station’s galley. I was sent to work in the galley for a minimum of 90 days.
I ended up cooking eggs for hungry sailors every morning. At first I was terribly slow and annoying hungry sailors waiting in line for breakfast. After a short time I got very good. I could crack two eggs in each hand without breaking the yokes.
This morning I managed to get two of my three eggs with the yokes intact. I had my eggs and toast and enjoyed my breakfast.
