One of my fondest memories of adolescence was walking to school every day with my friend Marc.

I would always get to his house at “ten-passed” (presumably 8:10am), and generally he was running just a bit late.

Eventually he would come out, and he ALWAYS had egg on the corners of his mouth. His mom cooked him eggs every day, which was nice I guess.

Now, of course, he’s paying the piper. He has heart problems, and cannot eat the way he used to.

In my case, I also ate a fair amount of high-energy foods such as salt, meat, cheese, and had a lot of stress due to divorce, illness, addiction and money issues in my family, so I now eat about 90% vegan, which keeps me feeling good.

But last week, there was a special at Whole Foods, with organic eggs, 18 for $2.00. When I brought them home, my family laughed at me, as they frequently do, because although I am a food Nazi (please do not take offense at this, it’s a term that reminds me of a Seinfeld episode) at home, it is often my fault when we fall off the wagon. Well, needless to say we’ve baked bread, had pancakes, omelets, fried eggs, waffles, egg-drop soup, and today I made poached eggs. Absolutely delicious, but my son and I both feel eggs very strongly in our bodies.

I feel stressed, and like I could climb a mountain. So if I don’t, I usually climb on someone’s back and give them a hard time. I’m really glad I have the clarity to see how foods affect me, and that I can cook well without foods like eggs. But it was fun while it lasted!