By Josh Resnek
When my stomach begins rumbling about 11:30 a.m. while I’m writing at my desk in my study on deadline day, I walk from my study to the kitchen.
Reflexively, I open the refrigerator door.
I look inside.
I am wondering, what the hell can I dream up as a treat with near to nothing inside the refrigerator?
Good question, isn’t it.
I make a quick decision. I boil two eggs.
I love eggs. I love boiled eggs. I love egg salad – now and then – more then than now.
While the eggs are boiling, I toast up two pieces of Pepperidge Farm Very Thin white bread. There is a tiny bit of Hellman’s Mayo in a nearly empty container inside the refrigerator. I grab it. I take a spoon and scrape out what remains. I put it on a small plate.