TWO EGGS FRIED DEEP IN OLIVE OIL

TWO EGGS FRIED DEEP IN OLIVE OIL

[Grandma’s kitchen: 1948

 In loving memory]

I watched her mesmerized
As she fried two large eggs
Deep in olive oil.
Then
She placed them tenderly 
Between two slices of American white bread.
 Second mistake.
A culinary clash of cultures
 At my expense
 There was little I could say.
It was grandma’s kitchen
After all
And those were  her ways
But you see
That was my lunch for that day.
All she placed wrapped in newspaper
Deep in a small brown bag
The ones she saved from the local grocery 
No sooner through the iron school door
 My prison
 I felt the eggs slip to the floor 
From the bag they did  escape
I thought God had saved me
From a greasy fate
A severe  stomach ache
An enema and castor oil
Mamma would have been hell bent
That was her cureall.
Handed down from generations
The rest is childhood history
Those eggs fried in deep olive oil on American white bread
 Meant  a lot to me.
I knew how much love and affection
 Went into that small  brown  greasy bag
I loved you grandma
You knew that.
But
Wherever you are cut down on the fat!