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  • I was running a little late for a doctor's appointment and hadn't had lunch and was out of my usual lunch fare. I tried to think of what would be fast and decided on "mangled eggs".

    Mangled eggs were a specialty of my brother Tom, back in the "olden days." (Oh, my, I am really getting old!) They are sort of a cross between fried eggs and scrambled eggs. Very fast and quite good. No yolk is lost to the pan.

    Making and eating the mangled eggs made me think of my brother. There was a time in our young adulthood when we lived together. He had a large trunk in his room, and old humpbacked sailing trunk, and he regularly cleaned his room by tossing everything into it. I thought that was a wonderful strategy, but I never adopted it for myself.

    Over the years, my brother and I have stayed in touch and shared various dietetic experiments and experiences. We both did macrobiotics a number of times, sometimes together, and sometimes, separately. We tried and sustained various forms of vegetarianism. And we both meditated, did T'ai Chi, Chi Kung, Ba Duan Gin, Zhan Zhong, and so on. He did Aikido. Got a black belt. I floundered around, and never tried Aikido.

    The last forkful of eggs brings back the long philosophical discussions we've had over the years, beginning with lying on our backs as young children staring at the stars and wondering, at length, what was beyond what we could see.

    Funny how a super quick meal can stir up so many memories.

    PS: This is one of many "stories" I wrote while my computer was down and couldn't post due to my inability to post from the iPad (or lack of knowledge thereof). I will post more of them as I have time.
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