A poetic EGG recipe
Like most of the writers, my poetry also comes from a dark place but this one is different. this one is light hearted and half-fried.
more than any food item, i just love eggs. and nothing is more beautiful and tasty than a perfectly cooked half-fried egg. i hope you all enjoy this one.
more than any food item, i just love eggs. and nothing is more beautiful and tasty than a perfectly cooked half-fried egg. i hope you all enjoy this one.
Freed from the calcium cage,
lying on my dark, hot, oily pan,
The crackling soothes my soul and waters my mouth,
as the sodium chloride drips from my hand on the soft body.
A yellow puddle,
confined by the creamy white boundary,
resting magnificently on my plate,
Garnished with cheese parsley and some love,
part soft and creamy and a part snapping hard,
Nothing i eat gives me the pleasure,
Like a half fried egg.
lying on my dark, hot, oily pan,
The crackling soothes my soul and waters my mouth,
as the sodium chloride drips from my hand on the soft body.
A yellow puddle,
confined by the creamy white boundary,
resting magnificently on my plate,
Garnished with cheese parsley and some love,
part soft and creamy and a part snapping hard,
Nothing i eat gives me the pleasure,
Like a half fried egg.
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