This last Tuesday I made a really excellent egg sandwich. Lightly scrambled eggs. Malton Sea Salt. Costco Ciabatta, toasted. More butter than is recommended by anyone other than a French chef. Finished, of course, with Crystal’s hot sauce.
It was beautiful. Perfect. The kind of life experience worth chasing. The rare combination of gratification and bliss that convinces you for weeks that for that one small sliver of life- you were entirely satisfied.
It occurred to me that it was also how a perfectly executed football play makes me feel.