… is through eggs and stuff. At least, that’s what I told my then-boyfriend, now-husband, a million years ago when I showed him this self portrait. In this flattering picture, I am eating the eggs he has cooked for me. My husband is pretty much the best at everything, but he’s also just a really, really good cook. He’s never worked in a restaurant – he is an internet wizard – but his food is better than at most restaurants, and breakfast is his specialty. There’s a thing he makes like a quesadilla stuffed with a cheesy egg that I dream about sometimes.
This is just the sort of drawing that I do sometimes to make him laugh, but then it turns out that I actually like them a little. I needed something comforting and funny today, so this jumped out at me from the pile of sketches. I hope it communicates all the warm feelings of a good diner breakfast.