A Nostalgic Ode to the Humble Egg:
A Culinary Journey Back in Time
Upon a porcelain throne, the egg does sit,
A simple ovoid, yet a world within it.
A breakfast ritual, a morning delight,
Its humble shell, both smooth and bright.
Cracked with care, a golden treasure unfolds,
As sunlight dances, its radiance upholds.
In the sizzling pan, the melody starts,
The aroma of love, a work of art.
Scrambled, poached, or fried just right,
A bite of fluff, a texture so light.
A sprinkle of salt, a twist of pepper,
A flavor so pure, we can't help but remember.
Eggs, oh eggs, our childhood treat,
A simple pleasure, a memory sweet.
In every bite, a story's found,
Of mornings spent on familiar ground.
With each forkful, we journey back,
To a time when snacks were simple, not abstract.
Eggs, our muse, our tasty friend,
A culinary poem, that knows no end.
About the Creator
Faceless Lim
Our anonymous writer uses storytelling to share their life experiences, giving voice to the unheard.
Comments (1)
I feels eggs are the most versatile food. Loved your ode!