Eggs, swiss cheese, mushrooms, and spinach. It was one of the few things we actually agreed on, and I figured it wouldn’t be the worst way to start the day. As the scent of melting swiss filled the small studio apartment we shared, I realized there was something missing. Onions. I tiptoed over to the refrigerator and opened it as quietly as I could. I had done a good job sneaking around so far. I had even cracked the eggs inside a kitchen towel earlier. Sometimes you just want to do everything right. Or at least close. The kitchen towel now laid in the hamper, covered with egg yolk. And now that I had the refrigerator open, I realized there weren’t any onions in the vegetable drawer. I found a half-eaten bag of fried onion chips tucked away behind a jar of pickles, but I thought that would be a bit too tacky for an omelet. Well, too tacky for her. I’d try it. I’d try anything. Continue reading “Breakfast for Charlie”
Breakfast for Charlie
