I had an urge to paint something, but some days instead of having writer’s block, I have artistic brain farts.

So I cooked instead, hard-boiling eggs to be exact. I remembered a passage Doug read aloud to me a while ago from Anthony Bourdain’s Les Halles Cookbook, “How to Hard-boiled a freaking egg.” I reached for the book, hard-boiled some eggs and painted them.

It was dark outside by now, and I had completely wasted the morning light. My eggs are not perfectly rounded as the light and shadows came from my head but I had fun, and the eggs were used for caramel catfish.

The End.