Yolk Jokes
I began cooking because I craved a fried egg at 10:30 pm. I asked my grandma, who was wiping the dishes dry to stack them in the cupboard, if she could make me an egg. The way she looked up at me peaking around the corner was so ordinary and so attentive- nothing out of the ordinary, except I didn't ask for things. I never asked because wanting is expensive. In the back of my head, the little good girl in me said I was being inconvenient and disruptive, but the craving induced by pituitary commands told me it was okay to ask for something so essential: food. "I want to watch you do it," my tongue said. My Lola showed me how to cook an egg. It took thirty seconds for the crystal mucus to coagulate into a milky white Rorschach. I haven't stopped cooking since those thirty seconds.