I was working away comb binding the next installation of Seasonal Stories and Rustic Recipes when the way I was dividing the pages—to punch the holes for the comb to fit into—kept showing me Grandma Gay’s picture when she was a young lady, and I got to thinking. (Thinking is always iffy for me because I never know where I’m going to go. Grandpa Truman, then Dad, took the time to tell us kids that we are in control of our own thoughts. “Look,” he’d say to his offspring, “you are what you eat—and that includes your mind, so feed it right. Remember to invite the guests you want to the dinner table of your mind. If you don’t want what that thought has to offer at the dinner table of your mind, when it comes to the door knocking, don’t invite it in.” Good advice, hard to follow in our always-on digital world. When my mind is always off balance and tired, it’s hard to slam the door on unproductive thoughts.) I decided a Grandma Gay memory was a good place to meander towards, and let my mind wander.

I remembered standing in Grandma Gay’s kitchen making dinner for Grandpa Monte discussing leadership when our oldest was around 10. Of course 10-year-olds are all ears. I repeated a comment I’d heard on the radio while driving to Grandma Gay’s. The comment was, “A leader isn’t a leader unless they have followers.”

Grandma Gay glanced at our oldest and said, “That’s not true. It can’t be. That’s not right.” She looked over at me, “Do you think that’s right?”

“No,” I said, “I don’t think it’s right.” But what to say when a 10-year-old is listening? And school isn’t fun? And the social pressures of growing up are so heavy? No one is a leader at 10, but the seeds of leadership are there, in each child. I said, “I think each person is the leader of their own life, and that’s where it begins,” and we changed the subject.

So I finished comb binding and headed out to the chicken house to check on the chicks. The chickens saw me and started to follow; laughing at myself, I thought, “Hey, Michelle, you have followers; you’re a leader of chickens.”

Chickens are good; they produce eggs, and I love eggs! I thought, “They might not be worth leading, but I’m certainly in authority over them.” Then I remembered, being the one in authority doesn’t mean I have the capability to do what they do. I could scream and holler and throw a fit, and I still couldn’t produce a chicken egg. I said to myself, “Self, they might not be worth leading, but what they produce is very valuable. And besides, all being a leader in this case means is that I have the authority to protect these creatures and direct resources towards them so they can produce the tasty resource I so enjoy consuming.”

So I gathered the eggs and made a scrambled egg taco for lunch!

Egg Tacos

2 to 3 scrambled eggs                               2 to 3 tortillas

Salsa                                                         ½ cup beans (optional)

Sprinkling of grated cheese (optional)    

Scramble eggs in a skillet and warm beans. Lay tortillas on plate, spoon in the eggs and salsa. If using, add cheese and beans. Wrap up and eat.

Choices: left over roast beast can be shredded into the tortilla. Diced onion and cilantro go nice with scrambled egg. Onion and other veggies can be sautéed in the skillet before adding the eggs then scrambled in with the egg. I like corn tortillas and I just discovered my toaster will soften them so they can be wrapped without breaking as long as I watch the whole time the tortilla is in the toaster and only toast for a short time. Each toaster is different, so experimentation is in order.