E is for Eggs.

My favorite style: Sunny-side up.
As a kid, I would love poking at the yolk, and watching it bleed and seep out. Yum. My parents made me eat every part of the egg, so I grew accustomed to eating the watery yolk part. People hate the yolk, saying it tastes nasty or saying it has no nutrients and is very bad for you. Um, I don't care.
Just the name of the cooking style and the joy I have of poking at the yolk makes the Sunny-side up egg one of my favorite breakfast dishes ever. Sprinkle a little salt, poke the yolk, and enjoy! I like using a piece of toast to scoop up the runny yolk sometimes. Man, I'm getting hungry.
I just have good thoughts when I think of a Sunny-side egg. I remember my dad cooked the egg for me and my sister one time, and I asked him to not poke the yolk and to not overcook it. So he did his thang, and placed the egg on my plate. When I went to eat it, the yellow part looked perfect. Super round and yellow and ready to be poked. Everything was good until I looked at the white parts of the egg; the white part was definitely not cooked enough, runny, and messed up my entire breakfast. I remember eating it anyway because I did not want my dad to be upset. The taste of the entire egg was like swallowing snot. Or just eating a raw egg. But I always remember my dad pretending like he knew what he was doing while cooking the egg. The end.
-c.k.



