Practice Makes Perfect January 24, 2023
Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Life Balance, Mindfulness.trackback
Hearts, like eggs, are fragile.
However, once broken open, infinite possibilities await.
We can collapse into a pool of tears, become hard-boiled (or scrambled) by the ways of the world, or emerge sunny-side up.
Just remember, even a master chef can’t make an omelette without breaking some eggs:
Aah . . . that’s better!
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Spirit Lights The Way 
That is some eggceptional knife work.
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Eggs-actly!
Eggs are very precious these days!
They have gotten quite pricey in many parts of the country. Not sure what they sell for here since we don’t eat eggs . . . except in cake. 😀
I haven’t bought any recently. A dozen lasts us a while.
Pretty nifty egg work there!
When he started drawing the heart, I was amazed at his artistry.
When the yolk dropped intact, even more so.
Amazing! But I wonder how you eat it. (Am I being too practical?)
I’m guessing he turns it into a version of fried rice or dumps it into egg drop soup. 😀
Yes. Egg drop soup would work.
I’m still blown away by Rivergirl’s post about Humpty Dumpty not being an egg!
I refuse to accept that reality. Humpty will always be a good egg to me. (As I told Rivergirl, in my universe Pluto is still a planet as well…)
Per Snopes.com . . . Humpty Dumpty was not a canon. His genealogy is likely just a simple nursery rhyme. That said, he’s probably not a REAL egg.
Great chef skills there, and a great message as well, Nancy. I always try to keep my heart sunny-side-up!
Yes, indeed! Staying sunny-side up pays dividends!
I’d love to know how many hours that chef practiced that impressive move! What a delightful illustration to the message, Nancy!
Yes! And who came up with the idea to try it in the first time? Hard to believe it happened by happenstance.
Somebody conceived it, believed it & achieved it!
Huh. I am in awe at this man’s ability, but can’t help feel sorry for his mother. You just know with a skill like that he was an annoying kid.
He probably practiced with a ping pong ball and paddle . . . or tennis racket and tennis ball . . . while wandering around from room to room. 😀
Yep. Like I said, his poor mother…