There's something about the perfect soft boiled egg that fills the day with hope. The hope for a brand new beginning, like a chick awaiting its turn to hatch. No matter how desperately envious, no one else can ever take it away from you. Because I made it just for you, with the same love and care(ful timing) everytime you crave it, and everytime I need it.
It's just the way you want it: 2 organic eggs bouncing for 4:30 in boiling salt water, struggling to become perfect. The yoke flows slowly down your spoon, like magma's newfound freedom from a lifetime churning in its fiery prison; the eggwhite still far from the jadedness that comes with age and melts beneath your tongue. You loved it, as I knew you would.
There's something about the perfect soft boiled egg that fills the day with hope. The hope for a brand new beginning, like a chick awaiting its turn to hatch. No matter how desperately envious, no one else can ever take it away from you. Because I made it just for you, with the same love and care(ful timing) everytime you crave it, and everytime I need it.
It's just the way you want it: 2 organic eggs bouncing for 4:30 in boiling salt water, struggling to become perfect. The yoke flows slowly down your spoon, like magma's newfound freedom from a lifetime churning in its fiery prison; the eggwhite still far from the jadedness that comes with age and melts beneath your tongue. You loved it, as I knew you would.
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