Sophomore year of college, I was rich. It was my first year living off-campus, and I had an overflow of money and credit cards, and I knew how to use them both. After shopping, my roommate, Erika, and I spent a lot of money on food and alcohol. I don’t think we ever had an empty fridge during that year…or an empty house.
Entertaining was our thing, especially when Memorial Day or 4th of July rolled around. We would go to the grocery story and buy every pig we could find and have the biggest barbeques two 20 year olds could have. (Yes, Jackie knew what he was doing on the grill. I can’t even take that away from him, girl.)
As much fun as that was, breakfast was my thing. The fridge was always stocked eggs and breakfast’s steaks. I was known for my scrambled cheese eggs. They were the best in…well, our apartment building. My neighbors would come in from the club at 5 am, knock on our door, and with sad puppy dog faces say, “Kia, will you cook us some eggs?” Within 5 minutes on a Wednesday night, we would have a house full of negroes, a bomb breakfast, and an impromptu gathering.
It was lots of fun, but let’s just say I got a little cocky with my egg scrambling. I started spicing in up with more than just the norm of my secret recipe. I started throwing in minced garlic, onion salt, steak seasoning, and Worcestershire sauce. My eggs were tasting like steak, and I was bragging up a storm. Each time I got a little more creative and I little bolder. Each time my eggs got better and better.
Then one day, since my eggs tasted like steak, I decided to pour some A-1 sauce in before I scrambled them. Hey, they tasted good with A-1 sauce on them after they were cooked; why not add it from the beginning? That was the absolute worse decision in the world. I can’t even put into words how bad those eggs tasted…or how bad my girls laughed at me after that experience. Never ever again…
Lesson Learned: The prideful fall hard…and they keep on falling, and falling, and falling.
Solutions: Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. (James 4:10).
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time (1 Peter 5:6).