Fried Eggs and a Tomato Sammich

“Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens,

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,

Brown paper packages tied up with …”

. . . Oh, there you are! . . . um … well . . . hm-m  . . . awkward . . .


Oh come on, admit it, at least 83% of you know the tune and most of the words!

Mrs Widdershins made us bacon-n-eggs for supper the other evening. Bacon; crispy, eggs; over-easy. (yolks liquid and the whites solid) It was a divine taste sensation, and one of my favourite foods. I haven’t had them for a quite a while. I don’t know why, there was other stuff to eat I suppose.

Just a little while ago, I ate a tomato sandwich, another taste sensation that I hadn’t indulged in for quite a while. Nothing fancy, tomato, a dash of salt and pepper on fresh baked bread.

Although we share the cooking fairly evenly, Mrs Widdershins is the undisputed baker of the household.  On baking days we’ve been known to throw open the windows and let the aromas waft on the breeze, to torture the other tenants and innocent passers-by. (passer-bys?)

I suspect this nasty cold I had for the last two weeks has suppressed my taste buds and accounted for my passionless palette.

I sometimes wander through my old journals by picking one at random and reading a page here and there. It’s a form of time-travel. A snapshot of what I thought about Life, the Universe, and 42, a decade or two ago. What I liked and what I didn’t. Fried eggs and tomato sandwiches have always been favourites. (not on the same plate however)

I believe that I evolve and grow as a woman as the years progress, but these last few meals I’ve eaten and journal pages I’ve read tell me another side of the story.

Some aspects of ourselves don’t change.

My palate may delight in a more sophisticated range of sensations, and my thoughts on a topic may shift radically, (sometimes 180°) but the core of who I am, the being that was formed by genetics, the time before I chose this life, and my childhood onwards, still enfold the essential me.

I like her, a lot.


“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood”Audre Lorde

14 comments on “Fried Eggs and a Tomato Sammich

  1. clarbojahn says:

    I love fried eggs and tomato sandwiches, together, on top of each other. Alone is OK, too, but definitely together is great. Thanks for the suggestion.

    And, yes, I’d like to get to know you better. Will check out “Sanctuary” haven’t heard of it but if you like it, I’ll take that as a recommendation.


    • Widdershins says:

      OK … on top of each other is good. my favourite food mash-up is fishcakes or sticks, fried eggs and mashed potato … salivating just thinking about it!

      Sanctuary is a Canadian production, filmed right here, well next door, in Burnaby. (it’s fun playing ‘spot the location’ but being SF/F they do film a lot of stuff on a bluescreen) It stars Amanda Tapping, of ‘Stargate’ fame.

      Here’s a link to Season 1, Episode 1 just to get you started:


  2. It’s funny to think that we don’t really appreciate ‘the essential me’ until we’ve lived enough to have seen both the good and bad bits within that essential-ness.

    There’s a Jungian principle of ‘the shadow self’ that is a critical part of that appreciation. Our shadow selves are the parts of ourselves that we don’t like so much. We spend so many years trying to be something else, remake those bits, and conform to the expectations of others that sometimes that essence gets buried. The ‘essential me’ is both shadow and light, and likeable because of both parts.

    The best compliment I ever received was, “You are a fundamentally flawed person, and it’s those flaws that make you interesting.”


    • Widdershins says:

      Carl had some very interesting thoughts on the human condition!

      … Loved the compliment! … it almost comes under the heading of a back-handed compliment … whoever uttered it saved themselves with that the tag at the end!


  3. And here’s the ironic twist to that compliment… it was paid to me by my soon-to-be-ex-husband in a marriage counselling session…!


  4. s.p.bowers says:

    Interesting thoughts and I think I’m the same. While I have changed it’s more of a refining, becoming more of who I’ve always been then altering.

    I don’t eat eggs (blech) but I love tomato sandwiches. I put a little melted cheese on mine though.


  5. That was one of the songs we performed when I was in middle school chorus a 1000 years ago. Still enjoy singing it. Eggs scrambled with tomatoes and onions, with a side of white rice, is my simple comfort fare. We’ve had such a yummy crop of tomatoes this summer, I’ve made it a few times for dinner for the crew. Hmm, I believe you have got me thinking about getting back to blogging at This & That or the next edition.


  6. londonmabel says:

    I had that experience too recently–I was all: Tomato sandwich! Haven’t done this in awhile! Oh my days you’re so good!!

    And yes I do know all the words. Even went to sing-a-long sound of music once.

    I agree that our essential person doesn’t change. My mother says my brother and I are still pretty much what we were when we were two years old–the basics remain. 🙂


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