How Do You Eat Yours?
An observational piece about boiled eggs
The ideal ending to a bluesy Sunday. You are far too lazy and far too depressed to even consider cooking anything that requires more than three ingredients. Frankly, the idea is absurd.
Thank chickens for eggs. Easy, simple, beautiful eggs. Of course, an egg is not an egg without soldiers. All in a row. With identical suits of black armour. It has to be my mate, Marmite. For those who are too rich, too cultured for poor man’s soldiers, spears of asparagus are the next best thing...