It’s been little over a year since I started this blog. Happy blogoversary to me! I started this as a project amidst unemployment while living with D in Baltimore. I’ve come a long way.

It’s been a journey. I’ve seen this space improve quite a bit. This blog is process to me. It’s like my life. I make mistakes. I try to learn from them. My photography isn’t nearly food-porntastic as other food blog photos I’ve seen. But then again, I am operating with a $140 digital Canon. The lens keeps getting smudged.

Nor is my writing as careful as I want it to be. I’m a broad-stroke absent-minded life liver in some ways, while crazy obsessive in other ways. That is hard to reconcile. Though while doing this, writing has become a skill I’ve taken more seriously. But I don’t do a whole lot of it for the time being. I need to.

I’ve also been operating with a dysfunctional stove. It wouldn’t bake above 400 degrees. The buttons would become stuck. A butter knife was a mighty handy tool.

But a new stove has arrived. She is big and black. My Darth Vader. No quirks and very efficient. I’m very happy.

Something else has happened too. I went to see D last weekend in Baltimore. I did it with a state of mind both strong and peaceful. And very vulnerable. He and I started communicating again a couple months ago. Seeing him was healing and wonderful.

I love this man. I’ve thought about expounding in romantic detail here, but I don’t need to. I love this man. That’s all that needs to be written. As for our future, it doesn’t matter right now. I love this man.

For this post, I gave my dish a lot of thought. I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought about putting the stove through its paces with a recipe from Saveur. Nah. It had to be more personal.

I decided to still do an egg dish. I’m not a big fan of eggs. (See my Jacques Pépin post.) I have to be in a particular mood to stomach one.

But they are beautiful. I write poetry, and sometimes use eggs as metaphor. I’ve written many love poems to D over the last few years. My latest one was last night, with a little modification:

Line Cook Lover

you captured my eggy heart
line cook lover

it hits
splitter splats
on a hot grill

the white scatters
you scrape it in

my sweet yolk cooks
flip it over

And so…it all started coming together. I made eggs-in-a-basket.

Or really, eggs-in-a-heart-basket. I used a cookie cutter from my Valentine’s Day post. That was about heartbreak, with smashed V-day candy heart cookies. How appropriate. *smile*

When I was with D, I cooked for him. I made him scrambled eggs. I made pasta with mushrooms, salami and goat cheese.

So I added these elements, except the salami.

The only way to do scrambled in eggs-in-a-basket is to first cook a layer of egg white. When it’s half cooked, add the scrambled eggs and cover to steam it.

Prettify it with a fork too.

Eat. Know life. Know love.