Dippy Eggs
Today I decided to make myself some dippy eggs (aka sunny-side up, but I call them dippy eggs which I just learned are a different thing), but the yolk broke on one of the eggs in the pan so then I was having scrambled eggs.
I don't mind scrambled eggs, but I wanted dippy eggs and the dippy part of dippy eggs kind of needs an unbroken yolk for my toast to dip in.
To avoid the unbroken yolk situation, I could make true dippy eggs which is soft boiled eggs, but the shell seems like a hassle. Also I like the slow, meditative process of making my dippy eggs. Low-medium heat while the whites whiten and maybe crisp on the edges, watching the thin film over the yolks, making sure it doesn't cook too fast, dropping the bread in the toaster so it finishes at the same time as the eggs so the toast is warm when I sit down to eat.
When I'm coming out of depression, dippy eggs are the first thing I try and make for myself. Mostly because I have more patience, but also more tolerance. It's like a gauge to see how I'll handle a little change like dippy eggs to scrambled eggs.
Sometimes I get upset, lose my appetite and have to either eat the unwanted scrambled eggs or dump them and go for something else. And I can lose the desire to try again tomorrow. But sometimes, like today, before I'm making the dippy eggs, I already choose to make the best of a possible scrambled eggs situation and can try again tomorrow.
Making dippy eggs is a skill, and after coming out of depression, I know I have to rebuild the dippy eggs skill.