After a long day slinging information and subverting corporate bureaucracy, I'm beat and hungry. Mr. L has a rehearsal tonight, and as much as I might wish the dinner fairy was going to visit my house, I know the cooking is all on me. Good and simple, here I come!
I start with a potato--a nice little Yukon Gold. Actually I start with a pan, with olive oil in it, heating on the stove. While it gets warmed up, I dice the potato into cubes. I want them all to be around the same size, about an inch, but I am not killing myself to make it perfect. Just eye it up and cut the dang potato. I toss it in the warmed pan and shake it around to make sure there is oil between each potato piece and the steel skillet. I have a grinder full of sea salt mixed with dried garlic, and I give 2 or 3 turns over my pan, and then do the same with the pepper mill. While things get going in the pan, I go looking for the rest of my meal. We have eggs from the farmer's market--the good ones with the golden-orange yolk, not the ones from the grocery store with the wan, lemon-yellow yolk. I also spot a bag of English muffins in the bottom of the fridge, and pull those out. I hunt for the spatula, and give the potatoes a turn. They need a few minutes, so I let the dog out and go see where Mr. L left the remote for the TV. Oh look, Paula Deen is baking up some type of cookie slathered with what looks like Nutella!
I go back to test the potatoes, and after a little pushing around in the pan, I decide they are ready. I put them on the little white plate, cut an English muffin and pop it in the toaster, and run the pan under the faucet for a second to cool it down a bit. I then cut a little butter, melt it up, and crack two of those gorgeous eggs in. A pinch of salt--the pink Himalayan stuff this time-- and a twist of pepper, let them cook for a couple of minutes, then flip to firm up the other side. I didn't break the yolk! Success! I slide the eggs on to the plate by the potatoes just as the toast jumps up. I slather on some butter and place it accompanying the potatoes and eggs, pour a glass of V-8 and voila! Dinner is served.
As it turns out, the first meal I ever learned to make is still my best.