When I was a kid, my parents were hard pressed to get me to eat an egg au naturel. I’d eat eggs in things, of course, and eggy things like quiches and custards were no problem, but to get me to actually ingest a fried egg, scrambled eggs, a poached egg? NO FRIGGIN’ WAY.
So imagine my parents’ surprise when, on a family vacation to Martha’s Vineyard when I was about five, I suddenly flung myself into the street and declared that I wasn’t moving another foot until I GOT BACON AND EGGS!!!
It’s a family legend that we all have a good laugh about now, but reflecting on this incident as a supposed adult, I’m horrified. Like, can you imagine seeing this play out nowadays? Two options:
1. Everyone looks at you with stern pity and then calls child protective services the second your back is turned.
2. They call child protective services while you’re standing there.
Oh, my poor parents! So in honour of the bacon and eggs that I apparently needed so very, very badly – badly enough to lay down in the street over! – here is a bit of nail art inspired by that classic breakfast duo.
And I’m really so very sorry, Mom and Dad. On the plus side, I now find breakfast really quite delightful. Maybe not lie-down-in-the-street delightful, but pretty darned good. 🙂