Runny Eggs

One Friday when I drove to Scarborough I arrived too early to book into the hotel. I strolled around town, felt hungry and went in a café in the indoor market. There was a sign up saying the eggs were free range so I ordered a coffee and two slices of toast with a fried egg on each one. “How do you like ‘em?” a large lass asked so I said “a bit runny, please.”

They were more runny than Usaine Bolt on crystal-meth with a stick of lit dynamite poking out of his peaches. Large Lass broke a couple of eggs onto a large griddle and flipped them over too quickly. It was about noon but nobody else was in the café so she sat opposite me at the table with a coffee for herself. This meant I had to eat (more like drink) the eggs in front of her. Yuk! I could feel those runny eggs sloshing around me all afternoon.

I have painted some runny eggs here while I was letting a friend’s rabbits run around in the back garden for a couple of hours. I remembered Large Lass had a long griddle pan for frying many eggs simultaneously so I have shown this. This painting was done quickly with acrylic paint on a canvas from Poundland. The cheaper the paints more runny they are so I used some cheap stuff to daub in the yokes and left them to run.

Making the eggs runny…

Mmmm….the yokes needs doing again...

Outside Scarborough’s indoor market where I experienced the runny eggs…