What does the egg feel when the yolk spills from its fragile and tenacious shell? And who is listening for the voice of the yolk?
What does the mouth feel when words flow forth & swirl?
When three or more questions are present, it is best to consider the merits of a cup of tea. And be content.
Eggs were delivered regularly to our front door by the milkman, an idea which seems so useful and yet so absent in today's reality--for me at least. We had a large family and the deliveries of milk, butter, eggs, cream--were there other items than dairy products?--though eggs of course are not made by dairy animals though they seem to always be classified as dairy products--anyway my memories of several deliveries a week is vivid. We used a lot of milk, butter, eggs, cream for breakfasts such as waffles and pancakes, bacon and eggs, toast and jam, and a lot of butter for cooking dinners such as chicken and mashed potatoes. I still cannot imagine a life without butter. I think the post-WW2 generation was proud to lay a table with butter and cream and meat -- and we never even thought of why or why not.
ReplyDeleteThen why was margarine invented? ANd marketed to us? And what about tv dinners? And preservatives of all kinds? And canned food? And packaged, processed food?
We know the answer: it was cleverly advertised and bought by gimmick hungry consumers like our dear parents.
Back to eggs for just a moment: my grandparents kept chickens on their summer place in Worthington, Massachusetts. MY grandfather liked to pick the eggs up in the morning and make his speciality: square eggs. Which were fried eggs with the round edges trimmed with a spatula. We thought he was a magician, as no adult we knew could produce square eggs.
Now I find out that my brother and a friend also have chickens, which I presume are for producing fresh eggs.
Not sure if they know about Gramps' square eggs, however.