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I think I read a poem once about a slotted spoon, or about the noise of those words. Slotted. Spoon. Eggs for lunch on a cold day and nothing to say about them. I am only happy they were so warm, and soft.

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2 comments on “Eggs

  1. I ate a boiled duck egg this morning with my congee. I did not use a fancy egg holder thing though. I had to peel it by bashing the fat end against the counter while my mother asked if I needed help peeling the egg. She does not believe I am capable of peeling eggs. Later when I was eating the congee, I found two tiny pieces of egg shell. So maybe I don’t know how to peel an egg that well.

  2. My favourite food 🙂

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