The egg in the pie pan

I didn't know it but my friends took their pots and pans with them. I quite desperately wanted eggs and toast for dinner last night so I rustled up a pie pan and got cookin'...this at the advice of a friend who didn't warn me of what life was like before teflon. I don't care if it is poisonous. We need it.

The whole endeavor actually came out rather well, considering. The eggs were a little rubbery and I couldn't swing the sunny side up like I'd hoped but when it was over I felt a strong sense of triumph...no really...I did. It's inevitable to become dependent on our little luxuries, even when those luxuries are as ordinary as a pan with a handle, but it takes away from the ability to be resourceful. When there's a specific tool for every little thing what do you do when you don't have it? I'd like to think I would always find a way but in this case I couldn't even make the stretch from fry pan to pie pan without help...because that's not what it's for, and what might happen. I don't know what I thought would happen but in the end it was a cooked egg - just what I wanted and without scorching the pan or burning a finger or setting anything on fire.

So now I know that my mind can be open about sexual preference, religious affiliation, and the wars between the races but not kitchen utensils.

I still have so far to go...