While working from home during the pandemic, I became inspired to make photographs of the eggs I fry each morning for my wife before she dashes off to work; often one, sometimes two on Saturday, and one over polenta on Sundays. We’re into a routine. A friend remarked that it was so romantic, my daily ritual of making breakfast for her. Some men bring roses. I fry an egg and slide it onto a quesadilla. What is love, after all?