March 16th, 2010 by Kateastrophe

I keep laughing about this story so I thought I’d share it with the interwebs. 

A few weeks ago I flew to Columbus to see my Dad who was in the country from China where he lives most of the year.  We had a grand old time, hanging out with family and talking.  The only hinderance was the strict guidelines of the “Diet from Hell” (as I’ve been calling it lately).  It was a little harder to find things to eat when we were eating out all the time.

The last morning we were there, I awoke to a grocery bag full of “diet approved” breakfast food and Dad offered to make me eggs, one of his specialties.  I took him up on the offer with the stipulation that he had to use half the yolks because I couldn’t have that much fat.

He mumbled something under his breath and barrelled into the kitchen.  He was still sort of grumbling a few minutes later when I went in to offer my assitance and I noticed him leaning over a bowl with a cracked egg in his hand and a distressed look on his face.  He looked up and said “I can’t figure out how to do it!” 

“Do what?” I asked.

“Cut this damn yolk in half!”

I just sat down on the floor and laughed until my sides hurt.  My sweet Dad, trying so hard to follow my diet guidelines had thought I literally meant HALF yolks.  What I really meant was half of the yolks.  Four eggs, two yolks.

The light went off in his head as I laughed and pretty soon I had my delicious, half yolked breakfast.

I guess besides being hilarious it made me realize that my Dad loves me enough to attempt to cut a yolk in half, and that’s pretty awesome.