I ate twins for breakfast.
This isn’t a play on words. I really ate twins for breakfast.
Every morning I enjoy a breakfast sandwich,
Complete with Canadian bacon, cheddar cheese, sourdough bread, and today…
Twins.
I was quite taken aback when I cracked my egg into the tiny pan.
Two yolks instead of one.
I was eating two embryos instead of one.
For some reason, I had a hard time completing my routine,
Picturing two identical baby sister chicks pecking around for seed.
Had I not been running late, I probably would’ve scrapped it and eaten
Something else.
When I told my husband, he grimaced too.
Why did eating twins bother us, when eating a single yolk not warrant a second thought?
I ate it anyway.
And it was delicious.
What a great slice! I can relate to this. I freaked out the first time (and only time) I found two yolks in my egg! (I even posted it on Instagram( https://www.instagram.com/sshubitz/)! I remember calling my father, who apparently is an egg expert, to make sure it was safe to it. After a long lecture, he assured me I could safely consume the twin egg yolks!
Oops! This is the link I meant to include in my previous comment: https://www.instagram.com/p/4ML4d2BBZU/?taken-by=sshubitz.
…..Why, but great poem though