the chicken and her eggs.

a while ago during staff meal at the restaurant we ate the most delicious salad and a frittata made of potato skins and chicken (very gourmet, straus). before my fork met the frittata, i crinkled my nose: for one, i had never eaten this combination of items and for two, is it okay for one to eat the mama (chicken) and the baby (eggs) at the same time?! i've probably made you crinkle your nose now. ultimately, this comes down to my aversion to eggs that aren't cooked all the way through. (yolks make me think of a fetus. sorry.) this story has no point, whatsoever. i just wanted to document the first time i ate the baby-mama combination.

it's the last day of march. where has a quarter of the year gone? time is passing.