A poem in praise of the egg!
Eggs are cool because they take little to no preparation. A delight for the cooking challenged (such as myself). Drop them in boiling water for not too long and I have portable snacks. Think of the pioneers of old who, according to folklore, carried around something called beef jerky, some form of meat that delighted dentists and other tooth repair technicians.
Cooked or uncooked, eggs have been a staple employed in causes related to social and political dissent. Unfortunate. For this, I follow my parents’ advice, “Don’t throw your food.”
Not many foods give you the chance to apply DIY measures to improve the food as far as health. Throw away the yellow.
There are few foods that approach perfection, this might be one.
Apologies for the following PUNishment but in closing:
This is no yolk (see above)! Come out of your shell! And I promise to not egg you on with similar rants.
To differ I beg
On the fate of the egg
It didn’t used to be fine
And it was declined
By some in nutrition
Made eggs their mission
Cholesterol laden they say
A sad story for hens that lay
These little orbs of delight
With their white and gold bite
New studies reveal
They have certain appeal
No longer forbidden
Or cholesterol ridden
But a healthy protein which you can partake
And much healthier for you than steak.