more. more. more. and a poem.

i am conscious of how many eggs i eat. seriously. i try not to eat more than 3 or 4 in a week. all that cholesterol, you know? but it is hard because i am not working this summer, and it was my go-to weekend breakfast. and now every day feels like weekend. for a few more weeks, at least.

• toasted flax-wheat bread with a fried egg and gouda
• yellow plum
• okra with onion, garlic, and portuguese pepper, sauteed in olive oil
  

i love plums. i will be so sad when summer is over and so are they.

william carlos williams must have loved them, too. he wrote this poem about them.

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold