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A daily fried egg
These things are delicious and super easy to make and keep you full for many hours. Rather than dumping ultra-processed grains into a bowl, you are treating yourself to something actually cooked in the morning, so you are taking the time to love yourself. You can have a plain fried egg, you can whip up some sautéed zucchini and celery and peppers, you can stick that fried egg between two english muffin halfs with some cheddar cheese and you’ve got yourself a breakfast sandwich.
Having a fried egg is also a bit of an Eff You to the diet industrial complex, who, throughout my youth, told me that eggs were bad. Now of course, we are told that eggs are a Super Food. Eating that egg every day reminds me that all of the nonsensical, fat-phobic, so called nutritional advice can take a flying leap because being healthy doesn’t mean being thin and nutrition is so flipping complex that the science can always be twisted to conform to whatever moral judgement we want to impart to food in order to keep us all slaves to a patriarchal capitalist system that hurts men and women.
Ahem.
I know you don’t have time in the morning. But is that actually true? Even pre-pandemic, when I had a hard 8:15 am departure time, and a slow-moving 10 year old who could literally take 20 minute to eat a bowl of Cheerios, all while demanding that I quiz her on études sociales and provide my thoughts on whether Cam or Phil was the best Modern Family character, even then, I managed to fry me up that lil ole egg.
Listen, I am not judging or pressuring (I’m not!) but I just think you should give the fried egg a chance. You might like it.
Tell me what you eat for breakfast in the comments below!
The content we need: super cool lost cities being dug up in the desert
Ever since I started researching Egypt for a novel I’m currently working on, I’ve been getting more and more interested in its history and culture. This story is totally amazing and I hope one day I get to see it… Though I’m already worrying about the heat…
There are several neighborhoods in the newly discovered city, with residential and administrative areas, as well as a large bakery and food preparation area, a workshop for the production of bricks and jewelry, and a cemetery.
“The mission expects to uncover untouched tombs filled with treasures,” wrote Zahi Hawass, the nation’s former antiquities minister. “Only further excavations of the area will reveal what truly happened 3,500 years ago.”
Getting to the bottom of a foot fetish
A Q+A with the man who keeps uploading my feet to wikifeet
This was a surprising and interesting read
Do you consider yourself a foot fetishist?
Yes.Since when?
Age 6.That’s very specific. What happened when you were 6?
A couple things have happened, but we’ll start there. I have five sisters — well I had five, two of them passed away. But a lot of their friends would come around, and we had a pool in the backyard, and they’d be barefoot. You know, they’d be here while my sisters weren’t here, they’d just come over and use the pool, and I would give them foot massages.
What DID Chandler do?
Does it matter? Could he be less passionate about it?) It is through Chandler, in the end, that Reality Bites finds its way into Friends’ otherwise chipper cosmology. His work is simply there, looming, draining, tautological. His laconic resentments of it invoke the precise strain of Gen Xed ennui the novelist Douglas Coupland had described earlier in the decade: the mistrust of institutions, the mistrust of professions, the mistrust of meaning itself. Chandler is Friends’ theme song rendered in a minor key. And he is the exception who proves the show’s rule. What is Chandler Bing’s job? succeeds as a joke precisely because Friends, through every other character, makes such insistent romance of work.
Some excellent editing
You need the sound on for this one
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I feel this might be relatable to the child-free out there…
This made me smile
Love the “shhh shhh"
Came for the accent, stayed for the joke
Love the eyes closed one
Thank you for the grass
In my experience, it will pop up a week later in some random spot like your sugar bowl
The little wiggle
I know that it’s wrong that I laugh every time
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Since I can no longer eat eggs (sad), I opt for a slice of toasted sour dough with olive oil and strawberry lavender jam. Sometimes I have a slice of cheese, some olives, or a handful of pistachios as well. Always washed down with an oat milk cortado. It’s no fried egg, but it is satisfying.