breakfast

i'm a hard-boiled egg.

i'm the most atypical way to prepare an egg for breakfast.

i take a little more time to actually enjoy; one must follow some steps:

first, you've got to get a pot and fill it water. then, you have to actually heat up the stove and boil the water for awhile. (the actual egg isn't even involved yet). after it comes to a boil, then you've gotta' put the egg in the water for some minutes until it becomes 'boiled'. nope, not there yet. after the egg is boiled, you have to let the egg cool off and calm down to room temperature. after it's cooled, then you've gotta' start the process of stripping the shell off of the egg. but first, you have to forcibly but carefully crack the egg. the most painstaking part follows whence forth you have to take the detached shell from the egg. this can be very annoying, time consuming, and/or frustrating because some shell bits can be easier than others to take off; some fragments can be smaller and seemingly stuck to the egg. there needs to be a plea for patience during this process. before you know it, the egg sits there, naked and cold and simply wanting to be devoured by somebody.

so, here we are with what can seem to be a quite boring, dull, plain white egg. but, do not be fooled. most forget that it's even an egg anymore. from up close, it doesn't resemble its cousins, all yellowed and yolky and accompanied with toasted breads and various porks. from far away, it looks as though it's just another uncooked egg that isn't ready to eat.

but, for the few who know that it is indeed a ready-to-eat hard-boiled egg, the pleasure couldn't come too quickly. you can enjoy this prized undeveloped baby chicken embryo in many ways. you can salt and pepper it to no end, which brings out its full flavors. you can slice it and dice it and sprinkle onto a field of leafy greens, which adds some much need protein to a vegetarian delight. you can devil me up, but those are gross. or, you can just chomp away from the start. i'm also the most biblical egg, seeing as how easter always wants to doll me up in paints and crayons as i'm groveled over by the chocolate laden, sticky fingered kiddies after a good afternoon hunt. God bless me.

i'm not an egg-over-easy, spilling all over the place with all that i've got. i'm not over-medium, the choice fried egg for millions...the kind you see on tv ads for denny's. i'm not the fun loving scrambled that are the easiest to get acquainted and who most anyone can enjoy eating. (they're also really smart, encouraging, fun to hang out with, have good taste in literature/movies/music, and just gorgeous to look at). i'm not the omelette, the superman of eggs, encapsulating all that dwell in its presence, warming and treating its contents to a good ol' time even though they're all being cooked alive.

i'm hard-boiled.

i'm an egg nonetheless but just appear a little different. i've got the same amount of protein and cholesterol.

i'm sorry if i'm difficult, but i can't be apologetic because you just have to get to know me. it might seem selfish, but i've tried being prepared other ways and it just doesn't work. i cool off quicker than i used to, though.

i'll provide the salt and pepper if you provide the willingness to devour me.