Over the last few days, I've been thinking a great deal about eggs.
Okay, so I like eggs.
Eggs sliced in salad.
If you too enjoy eggs, I'm sure that you get the point.
On Saturday, Jenn made eggs sunny side up. Well, even after searching Google images, I'm not sure if they were sunny side up or over easy. Maybe they were over easy.
At any rate, these eggs were perfect. The yellow yolk was completely encased in a while film of, well, egg white. Actually, as my eyes gazed longingly at these eggs, I wondered if Jenn had actually removed the yolks.
I picked up my knife and carefully poked the perfect white film. The yellow yolk burst through the white film. I happily dipped my toast in the yolk enjoyed a pleasant breakfast with Jenn.
However, this breakfast left me challenged.
We live in a world of mores.
More vacation time.
More retirement funds.
More... fill in the blank.
I wonder, though, if there is more to what we already have. Are there more yolks hiding just under the surface waiting to burst forth?