egg labor

A friend of ours recently confided he doesn't like eggs. And when I think about it, I realize a cousin of mine doesn't like them either.

But I just can't understand it: I absolutely *LOVE* eggs.

Everything about them.

Their shape, their color, the way they can be cooked into breakfast, lunch, OR dinner. How the inside can be split into two, how the yolk is perfectly circular and the white, amorphous yet clear as can be. I love how they give structure to baked goods, height to lemon meringue, air to angel food cake.



Yes, eggs are pretty tremendous if you ask me.

For instance, at breakfast, you could have an egg one of a multitude of ways. Hard- or soft-boiled, over easy or sunny-side-up, scrambled or crepe-like... the list could go on.

So it's interesting to hear some people don't like the taste of --or are unable to appreciate the versatility of-- an egg.



Anyway, today was an egg day. It was actually a record-breaker egg-breaking egg day for me. I cracked 31 eggs before dusk.

 

sacrifice for ten batches of kim'scotti

Those eggs helped produce this sweet baby:

one of the fruits of a KimKitch eggs' labor

  *KK*