egg qualifying school
March 24, 2010
I’m going to come right out and tell you that I’m mildly interested in the Olympics. I watched some. Okay, more than some.
I was particularly fascinated by Lindsey Vonn. Not because she’s cute and bubbly. But because of that super weird visualizing thing she does before every race, where she looks like she’s doing Tai Chi before an event. Or, in fact, like she just ate some mushrooms. The kind that don’t come in a can.
Anyway. This morning I tried the visualizing thing. Because over the years I’ve steadily gotten worse at cracking eggs.
I crack a lot of eggs. I make french toast most mornings for the kids. I make cookies most weekends for me. I like to eat eggs. But for some reason, my ability to cleanly and elegantly crack an egg has an inverse relationship with my age. Lately, I’ve been getting pretty tentative with the cracking, which is actually worse for egg-cracking.
Kind of like when you drop something on your mountain bike–speed and confidence are your friends. No hesitation, no coddling the egg.
I know this in my head, of course, but like dropping something gnarly on the trail, it’s easier said than done.
So this morning I tried visualizing cracking the eggs for the french toast with speed and confidence.
Unfortunately, I ended up with egg parts all over my pants and a mess on the counter.
I think I would be better off just hucking the eggs in a bowl and picking out the shells. I may have to go back to egg qualifying school.
Where’s Mr. Miyagi when you need him?