Cheese Fried Eggs


As a dancer, I love nothing more than starting my day off with a protein packed breakfast. As such, my go-to is a delicious, nutritious (and not to mention cheap!) plate of eggs. For some reason I developed an aversion to runny yolks and scrambled eggs at some point during high school so that’s left me with the meager options of egg white omelets or two fried eggs over hard. While omelets are easier to get creative with, people generally don’t like to mess with fried eggs. I’m hoping to change that today. Cheese fried eggs made me excited for breakfast again, and could not be easier to make. Happy munching!


Olive oil (I use a spray but oil from the bottle will work as well)

2 eggs

Cheese of your choice (My favorites are shredded parmesan, crumbled goat cheese, and shredded cheddar)

Preheat and grease pan. Sprinkle cheese to thinly cover bottom of pan. Crack eggs into pan and fry until the yolk reaches your desired consistency.

Bon appétit!


Note: Feel free to get creative with it! I like to add avocado at the end or sauté some mushrooms before adding the cheese and eggs #yum


A Case for the Museum

A Case for the Museum

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Trite as it may sound, dance is art in motion. Classical ballet is the closest mere mortals come to the aesthetic ideals set forth by those Greco-Roman sculptures which inform our collective concept of beauty. As dancers, we stand to benefit immensely from an understanding of where we fit in the world of the arts and how our bodies act as extensions of those ephemeral moments turned eternal that comprise a painting, sculpture, or photograph. There’s a reason some of the greatest choreographic works are either directly inspired by the visual arts or call to mind some particularly great works. When choreographing Apollo, Balanchine turned to the reliefs on ancient urns for inspiration. Dancing Swan Lake this Spring, I could not shake the stereotypical image of Madonna and Child from my head as I held my wrists crossed over my tutu, imagining my tears rolling off my cheek and over my right wrist.

Without an understanding of art, épaulement lacks context, emotions are flat and two-dimensional- in short, our own art loses its color. As such, why not indulge in the museum? Spend an afternoon wandering its halls, taking in and internalizing the frozen human emotion that adorns it walls. Trust me, it helps bring joy to our practice and roots dance in a language that all can enjoy.