SOME THING ABOUT EGGS.
SOMETHING ABOUT EGGS
Eggs are eggs are eggs! There is something about eggs that I really do not understand. Maybe because of my Asian up bringing where females are considered inferior,, and the males rule. The males' demands and needs were always the priority. Even the simple egg was more for the males than the females.
During the 40s’ eggs was something only the affluent could eat. Why? I was never told. As a child, I remember having two hard boiled eggs for my birthday, coloured red if my mother had the time.
I did ask my mother once, ‘ Why can’t I have soft eggs ?, her reply,’ When you break a soft egg, it flows out, messy, but with a hardboiled egg you get a complete smooth egg, so for your birthday you should have a smooth and complete start.’
I also remember my grandmother collecting eggs from the hen house with such loving care, holding them tenderly, putting them away in a basket till there was a dozen. Then one night, she’d light a small lamp and look through the eggs one by one.
I could not understand what she was doing; she’d say ‘I’m looking for the chicken in the egg’
The next day she’d take the eggs to the hen house and let the mother hen sit on them.
32 days later, like magic, she said, ‘Come see the baby chickens, see, there was a chicken in each egg, 'I looked at her and wondered, how?
When the chickens grew big and we had it on the table,I’d tell myself, 'That’s why the egg is so precious, there’s a chicken inside it, if we ate the egg, there won’t be a chicken on the table’.
When my cousin came for visits in our later years, we used to talk about old times; those were the days; happy, sad, all filled with nostalgia. She said,’ Back then, when I had to make breakfast for the family, I wanted so much to eat an egg’.
My reply,’ Why didn’t you’ She said ‘How could I, your mother counts the eggs the night before, two for your father, one for each boy, one for your sister, I have to do six soft eggs each morning, but one day ,I did get to eat an egg.’ I said,’ How so’? She replied, ‘ one of the boys was late for school, didn’t have time for breakfast, so I cracked it in a bowl, took it to the bathroom and gulped it down’.
I asked, ‘Did you put soy sauce on it ‘? Her reply, ‘ What do you think, it went down so fast, I didn’t even taste it, or what was so good about the egg!.
We really had such a good laugh over it, even till today when ever I’m having an egg or thinking of her, I’ll smile and think of the precious EGG.
Everyone loves eggs. The irony is, now we can buy and eat eggs every day, but for heath reasons, its not good for high blood pressure and, bad for cholesterol , so we still have to limit ourselves to eggs!
Cooked one way or other, it’s a complete food and cheap, there are so many choices to choose from, barn laid, free range, organic, vegetarian, omega-3 and so on and so on. I would say my grandmother’s eggs are the best, organic free range eggs, even though I didn’t get to eat a lot of them.
Copyright©bylilly-sue.2005.
Eggs are eggs are eggs! There is something about eggs that I really do not understand. Maybe because of my Asian up bringing where females are considered inferior,, and the males rule. The males' demands and needs were always the priority. Even the simple egg was more for the males than the females.
During the 40s’ eggs was something only the affluent could eat. Why? I was never told. As a child, I remember having two hard boiled eggs for my birthday, coloured red if my mother had the time.
I did ask my mother once, ‘ Why can’t I have soft eggs ?, her reply,’ When you break a soft egg, it flows out, messy, but with a hardboiled egg you get a complete smooth egg, so for your birthday you should have a smooth and complete start.’
I also remember my grandmother collecting eggs from the hen house with such loving care, holding them tenderly, putting them away in a basket till there was a dozen. Then one night, she’d light a small lamp and look through the eggs one by one.
I could not understand what she was doing; she’d say ‘I’m looking for the chicken in the egg’
The next day she’d take the eggs to the hen house and let the mother hen sit on them.
32 days later, like magic, she said, ‘Come see the baby chickens, see, there was a chicken in each egg, 'I looked at her and wondered, how?
When the chickens grew big and we had it on the table,I’d tell myself, 'That’s why the egg is so precious, there’s a chicken inside it, if we ate the egg, there won’t be a chicken on the table’.
When my cousin came for visits in our later years, we used to talk about old times; those were the days; happy, sad, all filled with nostalgia. She said,’ Back then, when I had to make breakfast for the family, I wanted so much to eat an egg’.
My reply,’ Why didn’t you’ She said ‘How could I, your mother counts the eggs the night before, two for your father, one for each boy, one for your sister, I have to do six soft eggs each morning, but one day ,I did get to eat an egg.’ I said,’ How so’? She replied, ‘ one of the boys was late for school, didn’t have time for breakfast, so I cracked it in a bowl, took it to the bathroom and gulped it down’.
I asked, ‘Did you put soy sauce on it ‘? Her reply, ‘ What do you think, it went down so fast, I didn’t even taste it, or what was so good about the egg!.
We really had such a good laugh over it, even till today when ever I’m having an egg or thinking of her, I’ll smile and think of the precious EGG.
Everyone loves eggs. The irony is, now we can buy and eat eggs every day, but for heath reasons, its not good for high blood pressure and, bad for cholesterol , so we still have to limit ourselves to eggs!
Cooked one way or other, it’s a complete food and cheap, there are so many choices to choose from, barn laid, free range, organic, vegetarian, omega-3 and so on and so on. I would say my grandmother’s eggs are the best, organic free range eggs, even though I didn’t get to eat a lot of them.
Copyright©bylilly-sue.2005.
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