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Otherwise, notice the tippy milk crates stacked two-high under your five-year-old feet, the white chef’s apron knotted behind your neck, draping down past your shoes, between you and the oven door of the ten-burner stove in your grandfather’s diner, the two flats of eggs, thirty to a flat, ready for you and the egg and parsley fritters you’ll sneak pieces of later under your grandfather’s approving wink, those back burners turned off so the eggs don’t overheat, the giant frying pan heating a half-inch of olive oil in front of you, the deep hum of the hood fan overhead, the whoosh of the gas flame below, the cook reaching for the sumac seasoning over your shoulder, rapidly whisking the Ejje batter with a clack clack clack, her big bust filling her apron, her strong arms clearing pots and pans away from the stove, shaking her head, muttering in Arabic, the heat from the stove making you sweat, overheating your thighs, too close to the flat stainless steel edge, as your grandfather’s voice chides the cook in good natured humor to “let her try,” as his left arm reaches for an egg and hands it to you, as he says, “Ready, ya eine, light of my eye?” as his right arm surrounds you, holds you up, and keeps you safe.
Cooking time: 1-2 minutes
Ingredients:
Olive Oil
Eggs at room temperature for flowing whites
Salt & Pepper
Directions:
Heat a half-inch of olive oil in a pan until just before smoking hot.
Break egg into the oil from as high up as you can without breaking the yolk, compelling the white to spread out as thinly as possible. With a large spoon, scoop the hot oil over the egg. Cook the yolk to desired doneness as the egg white turns brown and crisp at the edges, the oil crackling and sizzling, starting to smoke, filling the diner with the smell of your history across the ocean. Of your ancestors. Of the old country, where you might have belonged, once, but now you’re just an immigrant kid who belongs nowhere except in the kitchen, right now.
Season with salt and pepper.
Additional Notes:
Your grandfather will chase the protesting cook away when you waste the first five eggs by breaking the yolks. Then the seventh. Then the eighth, tenth, and eleventh.
Your grandfather will celebrate when you create two perfect eggs with runny yolks and brown, crispy edges, the best he’s ever had, he tells you.
Your grandfather will lift you off the milk crates and put a cool rag on your thighs when he notices the burns from the splashing oil. “Why didn’t you tell me, eine? Oh, you’re such a good cook! You really wanted to learn!”
Your grandfather will tell his diner customers to leave you alone when you crank up the jukebox using the control hidden behind the counter, the small knob too tantalizing for a five-year-old to resist. He’ll give them free pie, maybe. Or he’ll reach over the two-sided napkin holder and glass sugar dispenser to give them a refill of coffee, pouring first low, then lifting high above the cup as if he’s holding a brass dallah pot aerating thick, cardamom-scented qahwa coffee.
You will hug your grandfather’s leg when it’s time to go home, stretching one hand to play with his tie clip, looking up at his crinkling, smiling eyes, past his shirt pocket filled with pens and a little green order pad. He will promise that you can come back the following weekend to try again, and he’ll have sixty more eggs waiting for you.
But your grandfather will die that week, and each tear you shed will burn like the drops of hot oil that splashed on your skin when he held you safe.
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Marjie Alonso is a former executive director of small international nonprofits, where she promoted evidence-based education, developed professional standards, and acted as a “civilian-to-scientist” facilitator in all things animal behavior and training. Marjie has just completed a memoir about taking her sons to meet their birth mothers in Paraguay and a reckoning with the impact of adoption, and is querying agents. She writes a weekly Substack and essays for publication.
Artwork by Shelley Lennox Whitehead

24 comments
Andrea Eschen says:
Sep 15, 2025
A wonderful article, Marjie. I loved every descriptive, powerful word of it and how well it conveys the little you and the relationship with your grandfather. It definitely conveys the message that his loss is a void that will never be filled. Congratulations in this fine piece.
Marjie Alonso says:
Sep 15, 2025
Thank you!
Jane Beal says:
Sep 15, 2025
Beautiful.
Not only do you conjure a scene in the mind’s eye, complete with scents and sounds and hot oil splashes — you also inspired my brain to travel to similar brilliant memories of learning to cook from my grandmother. The ending was a gut punch, with the impact we all feel when we lose someone precious.
Thank you.
Marjie Alonso says:
Sep 15, 2025
Thank you!
Charlotte Wilkins says:
Sep 15, 2025
Such a touching, poignant telling in an exquisitely written and formatted piece (a bit of hermit crab snuck in?) The recipe in the middle gives us time to savor the scene before and look eagerly forward to what might follow. But most of all, the capture of lineage through the all senses. Beautiful.
Marjie Alonso says:
Sep 15, 2025
Thank you, Char
Dale Ward says:
Sep 15, 2025
Well. I loved it. And you made me cry. First thing on a Monday morning. What a wonderful piece of excellent, poignant, descriptive writing. Thanks for sharing.
Marjie Alonso says:
Sep 15, 2025
Thank!
Mimi Nichter says:
Sep 15, 2025
So beautifully written and evocative! Marjie, love this!
Marjie Alonso says:
Sep 15, 2025
Thank Mimi!
Maria Olujic says:
Sep 15, 2025
This is such a stunning piece—tender, immersive, and quietly devastating. The sensory details pulled me right into that kitchen: the oil, the hum of the fan, the crates, the parsley. I felt the heat, the nervous joy of trying to get it right, and the deep safety of a grandfather’s presence. The shift in tone at the end was subtle and heartbreaking—the final image of the tears burning like oil absolutely floored me. I also loved how the recipe structure grounded the memory, letting emotion rise naturally through the details. Truly beautiful work—thank you for sharing this.
Marjie says:
Sep 24, 2025
Thank you so much
Margaret S Mandell says:
Sep 15, 2025
Only five-years-old and so loved by a man who himself is the smell of your history across the ocean–how cleverly you weave your lineage into the recipe! We, too, burn from the hot oil splashed on our skin as we read, and feel the burn of your grandfather’s unconditional love. Magnificent, heart-wrenching. Thank you!
Marjie says:
Sep 24, 2025
Thank you!
Jan Priddy says:
Sep 16, 2025
You provoke my memories, which is what great writing can do. The memory of pain and accomplishment. My maternal grandmother’s second husband would spilt a coke from a green glass bottle for my brother and me. He let me carry coffee to my grandmother in bed.
Marjie says:
Sep 24, 2025
What lovely memories!
Lisa Rizzo says:
Sep 17, 2025
Brava, Marjie. I love this hermit crab!
Marjie says:
Sep 24, 2025
Thank you!
Kresha Richman Warnock says:
Sep 17, 2025
Beautiful, beautiful, Marjie, and mazel tov on your publication in Brevity! I’m going to share this with the Santa Fe cohort.
Marjie says:
Sep 24, 2025
Oh, thank you!
Kimberly says:
Sep 21, 2025
Congratulations on getting this published!
I’ve had a front row seat to your writing journey and to watch it bear fruit is marvelous!
Marjie says:
Sep 24, 2025
Thank you! It’s such a learning journey.
Lisa says:
Sep 29, 2025
So beautiful! I am taking this piece into the city jail where I teach creative writing to inspire my writers to attempt a 2nd person memoir piece exploring a childhood memory of learning a new skill. What a wonderful inspiration this piece will be. Thank you!
Marjie says:
Oct 12, 2025
Thank you – what a wonderful place to have my work taken!