Boiling an egg. It’s probably the most basic cooking skill there is. It’s one of those things everyone knows how to do from infancy, somehow. But I didn’t. Until today.
I never wanted to learn how to boil an egg because I never wanted to admit that I didn’t know how. But today changed all of that. I really wanted an egg salad sandwich and I knew it was time to humble myself.
A mother’s love is unconditional. So naturally, I asked her.
But she gladly gave me instructions, and I’m pretty sure she still loves me.
I won’t post directions on how to boil an egg, because if you’re reading this and you’re a human being, you should already know.
But if you don’t, I’m here for you.