Loewenthal Egg Cups
not sure how many years ago, but I remember ever since I was
a little girl my mother eating soft-boiled eggs from her coveted
eggcups. Passed down from her mother, the eggcups helped make
something as pedestrian as soft-boiled eggs special. It took
some time to go through the process of cracking the egg, slicing
horizontally across the top without getting eggshell in the
egg. Then comes taking a small spoon and scraping out the
egg white from the top shell. The next step involved going
into the main body of the egg shell and scraping out the guts,
ie., the yolk and the rest of the egg white.
to watch my Mom with nothing less than amazement as she went
through this detailed process. Between each bite, she would
either sip coffee or have bites of a bagel or toast, which
ever she was having accompanying her eggs. It seemed to take
her forever to get through the meal.
enough, I have completely embraced this behavior as well as
mimicked it with the addition of making it almost ceremony-like
when it comes to choosing which particular egg cup I use.
I think of my grandparents each time I use these eggcups,
and am reminded of a time when each individual egg was precious
as food was scarce in Europe in that era.
time my Mom hesitatingly allows me to have another of her
precious eggcup collection, it is always with an admonition,
"Do not put this in the dishwasher or use it carelessly.
This is part of your inheritance and part of your family history.
It is only because I know you love them so much that I allow
you to have them while I am still alive."
as if she has given me a precious part of her past which I
must carry on in the family tradition in order to make sense
of my own existence. Herman has never really gotten infected
with the whole eggcup ritual, but he does understand the idea
of carrying on the family tradition.
think I am the only one of my siblings who bothers to eat
an egg this way. Because I think I am the only one who really
cares to take the time to treasure ritual and family history.
Plus, I am "blessed" with having a tremendous amount
of free time, and the freedom to not have to rush off to work,
car pools, and the usual mundane stuff associated with having
children. This is in large part due to a choice, and a very
small part having to do with my being in a wheelchair.
eggcups have become an important part of my past and now my
present. The only thing I have left to do is find a worthy
person to carry on this tradition.
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"