2023 Day 19 - Trigger Warning-Cooking Utensils Will Be Used in Recipe

You know that feeling, that moment. 

You slept in a little bit late on the weekend. 

You deserve it! It's a lazy day, 

Should you go out for that ubiquitous Brunch? 

Are you serious? In this city?

And wait two hours to be seated and finally eat then overpay!

You've probably got everything you need already

in the fridge for your own feast. 

And going bad, I don't need to remind you, unless you use it soon.

Alright. And to help you out, I've got just the perfect scramble recipe.

Here are all the ingredients you'll need:

4 eggs

Crimini Mushrooms

Broccolini

Asparagus

Spinach

Garlic

Red Onion

Avocado Oil

Salt

Pepper

The tools you'll need:

Cast Iron Skillet

Plastic Bowl

Wooden Spoon--TRIGGER!!

Okay, first you add in all the veggies to the hot oil

Crack the eggs in to the plastic bowl

Now stir the vegetables with the wooden spoon...

Are... are you okay, Sport?

Why the shaking hands and sweaty brow?

Right, now add the eggs to the skillet

Mix together slowly with the veggies, using the...

You're shaking agian. Is it the heat?

No? It's the wooden spoon?

But it's such a versatile and wonderful kitchen tool.

Oh, I see. Your mother used to spank you with a wooden spoon

when you talked back or stayed up talking and giggling, after

bedtime with your sister. In the bed your were forced to share

as kids. And your parents expected you to fall asleep with no laughter?

That seems a bit harsh. Okay, tell you what. Let's just use

a metal spoon instead. Okay, where were we? ...

What's that you say? The metal spoon was even worse. 

That time you thought you could beat mom's game, when

she sent you to the kitchen to get the wooden spoon yourself!

For the spanking and you came back to tell her you couldn't find it

So she said, fine. Bring me the metal one. NO, Mom!

You went back to the kitchen crying, 

but came back smiling with puffy eyes and the wooden spoon. 

Look Ma, I found it! But she said no, it's too late.

The metal spoon it is. 

That time made sure you never lost the wooden spoon again, didn't it.

What's that you say? Don't get the wrong idea!

Mom wasn't mean or abusive. She was actually loving and affectionate. 

But us four kids drove her cucoo. 

I'm not saying we deserved it, but we pushed her to her limits.

She's been gone ten years now and I miss her terribly

She was always just a phone call away when life didn't make sense.

I miss making brunches with her, when I would tease her and

Say, remember when you made me grab the metal spoon?

She'd apologize again and I'd say JKJK!

You had your hands full. We were little monsters. 

And yet, I can't scramble an egg or make a potato hash

without remembering that day and the metal spoon.

Fondly, almost. Missing her sense of humor and her understanding embrace...

Where were we? About to stir up the veggies?

Ummm... Looks like they've burnt, Sport. You know what?

Let's scrap that DIY brunch and go down to 

This cute little place I know in the Mission

It won't take too long, plus there's 

Bottomless Mimosas, My Treat!