Edward Bottone calls himself The Cantankerous Cook, but not when eggs are involved.
Hold perfection in your hand for a moment before plunging it into boiling water, or cracking it on the edge of the pan before frying or the rim of the bowl before scrambling. Just look at it. Perfection. You don’t see that every day. Or maybe you do, and don’t give it a second glance. The egg is a common but also potent symbol imbued with centuries of reverence and regard.
Convenient, tasty, essential, primal — the egg is undeniably part of life. It fits into any setting, casual or formal, and is always there when needed. So join with me to intone the words of the American poet, Clarence Day:
Oh, who that ever lived and loved
Can look upon an egg unmoved?
The egg is the source of all.
’Tis everyone’s ancestral hall ... Oh, join me gentlemen I beg.
In honoring our friend, the egg.