Wednesday, December 10, 2008
at the edge of the egg
have you ever been to the edge of an egg -- and a fried one, at that?
i have -- at least in one of my dreams.
i was out walking and came upon it, looming over me. i gave it a quick measurement by eyesight and determined it was as tall as a threestory building.
when i got to the edge, i poked the eggwhite with a stick. it looked rubbery and was a little burned at the edges.
i tore off a handful and put it in my mouth. it tasted just like the white of a fried egg would taste. and it was still warm.
i wished i had some salt and pepper to season it.
i saw the yoke of the egg before me like a big yellow pile. i walked away from it because i was afraid the yoke would break and drown me.
the most interesting thing about the dream is that i don't like fried eggs. now scrambled eggs and hardboiled eggs -- yes, definitely. but not fried eggs.