The sink and stove have been put to use. I can't say it was for some grand dish. I hard boiled some eggs. As I post this I realize there is some poetry in that, considering that this blog is called Eggtown and in just 2 weeks we will be celebrating Egg Days here in Winlock. The other day on the mail route, one of my customers asked me if I wanted some eggs because her chickens had laid more than she could use. I happily said yes and she came out of the house with 2 dozen (!) eggs! I got home from the route and the propane man was just finishing installing our tank. The next day our plumber finished nearly all his tasks here so I had a working kitchen sink (heavenly choir singing) and a working stove (angel harp orchestra). And now I have 24 hard boiled eggs. Full circle.
I can think of nothing more appropriate to cook on your new stove than a gift of locally grown eggs. In fact, I started thinking about the possible metaphors that could be applicable here, but since I’m deep in writing caption for the plethora of images and figures in my dissertation, I’d better keep it short (unlike the rant I left on Jenny’s blog a few minutes ago).
Short story: A pair of Angelinos head north - relocating to the little town of Winlock, WA (Egg Town because of the giant egg statue by the railroad tracks).
Long story: Having recently met her birthfather, Michelle and Matt decide to move closer to him and his family to get to know the new clan. They purchased a lovely 5 acre parcel of land and an old house sitting on someone else's land. The plan is to move the old house, referred to as "The Sister House", to their land and renovate it.
The sink and stove have been put to use. I can't say it was for some grand dish. I hard boiled some eggs. As I post this I realize there is some poetry in that, considering that this blog is called Eggtown and in just 2 weeks we will be celebrating Egg Days here in Winlock. The other day on the mail route, one of my customers asked me if I wanted some eggs because her chickens had laid more than she could use. I happily said yes and she came out of the house with 2 dozen (!) eggs! I got home from the route and the propane man was just finishing installing our tank. The next day our plumber finished nearly all his tasks here so I had a working kitchen sink (heavenly choir singing) and a working stove (angel harp orchestra). And now I have 24 hard boiled eggs. Full circle.
2 comments:
Very cool, Michelle,
I can think of nothing more appropriate to cook on your new stove than a gift of locally grown eggs. In fact, I started thinking about the possible metaphors that could be applicable here, but since I’m deep in writing caption for the plethora of images and figures in my dissertation, I’d better keep it short (unlike the rant I left on Jenny’s blog a few minutes ago).
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Perfect! I'm so excited to see you at this stage!
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