I run a tight ship. The kids are responsible for their own chores. Each morning they unload the dishwasher from the night before then collect eggs from our chickens, and I cook those while they get ready for school.
I don’t eat eggs.
Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals.
After two and a half engagements, of course I want to get married and have babies, so I am going to freeze my eggs.
Ninety-five percent of the eggs produced in America come from factory-farmed birds. Even if free-range farms were hugely more humane, the sheer number of animals raised to satisfy people’s desire for eggs, meat, and milk makes it impossible for us to raise them all on small, free-range farms.
Besides, Weebles are too hard to draw – they just end up looking like eggs, not people.
Around 10:30 or 11, I’ll make poached eggs and maybe some Brussels sprouts – kind of random, but delicious. Sometimes I’ll do bacon. I’ve been on a more fat/protein diet with fewer carbs and less saturated stuff, which has actually been feeling really good.
Unlike the stereotypical author, I’ve never had a job as a short-order cook, but I love cooking hot breakfasts for lots of people, juggling the eggs and the bacon and the tomatoes and the fried potatoes and so on.
I have a vanilla chai latte every morning, which I usually follow with an oatmeal raisin cookie and eggs for breakfast.
My mother doesn’t cook; my grandmother didn’t cook. Her kids were raised by servants. They would joke about Sunday night dinner. It was the only night she would cook, and apparently it was just horrendous, like scrambled eggs and Campbell’s soup.
I need to know the price of a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. I need to know right now.
My first meal when I wake up is five boiled eggs, egg whites, and a slice of whole wheat bread.
I was very, very little – it was the first time I ever cooked on my own, with my mother’s supervision – and I made scrambled eggs. I felt so accomplished, like magic!
Baking makes me focus. On weighing the sugar. On sieving the flour. I find it calming and rewarding because, in fairness, it is sort of magic – you start off with all this disparate stuff, such as butter and eggs, and what you end up with is so totally different. And also delicious.
Grit may carry risk because it’s about putting all your eggs in one basket, to some extent.
As a vegetarian eating a plateful of eggs, I found myself in this weird place where I didn’t want to think about where those eggs came from. I didn’t want to think about the treatment of the animals who produced those eggs. When I find myself trying not to think about things, it seems to me that I’m practicing avoidance.
For my last meal, I’d want an Irish breakfast with soda bread and one of my dad’s omelettes with three or four eggs.
To make an omelette, you need not only those broken eggs but someone ‘oppressed’ to beat them: every revolutionist is presumed to understand that, and also every woman, which either does or does not make 51 percent of the population of the United States a potentially revolutionary class.
Whether were eating tacos at a roadside stand outside of Houston, or having barbecue somewhere down south, or beautiful fried eggs in New York City, theyre regional specialties that remind us of the history of this country, and the bounty it has to offer.
I don’t normally cook, but if I did it probably would be beans, sausage, bacon and eggs. I never really get to eat that to be honest.
I like to think of deviled eggs as a suit. The egg white and filling are like the jacket and pants – they’re the main attraction, and the part that the egg is largely going to be judged by.
Women of child-bearing age steadily run out of eggs by the continuous process of cell death. While reading a copy of the ‘Guardian’ carefully from cover to cover, a normal woman will have lost on average two eggs – while, typically, a normal man will have made 70,000 new sperm.
I like poached eggs, but I’ll make scrambled or fried or whatever anybody wants.
I told her I wanted a plastic surgeon to sew me up, and I wanted her to freeze my ovaries, so I could harvest the eggs and have a biological child through a surrogate.
I work out Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday; take Thursday off; then I work out Friday and Saturday. So sometimes I’ll eat whatever I want on Thursday, like a big breakfast of pancakes and bacon and eggs and stuff. You can eat a big, hearty breakfast because you’re going to burn off most of it during the day anyway.
I have a hippopotamus skull next to my bed, called Gregory. When I was six, my three sisters and I clubbed together and paid £4 for it in a junk shop. We collected owl pellets, ostrich eggs and sheep skulls for our natural history museum at home.
By fermenting tiny single-cell organisms we will be able to synthesise all manner of foodstuffs in the future, everything from pasta to eggs, fish and meat. Small tweaks in the process will enable production of different proteins used to replicate food we already eat.
I’m cool with whatever. I’ll just keep eating my bread, sipping my soup and serving my time. But the chicken is going to lay some more eggs one day.
Scrambled eggs are so simple, but they don’t wait or taste better cold!
The white men in the East are like birds. They are hatching out their eggs every year, and there is not room enough in the East, and they must go elsewhere; and they come out West, as you have seen them coming for the last few years.
I should be married and have 19 kids. And now I’m thinking my eggs are dying on the shelf. They’re going to go past their expiration date. But it’s what I chose, so I’m fine with that decision.
It was admitted by the early rabbis that the sectarians could be as full of good works as eggs were full of meat.
There is no ‘need’ for us to eat meat, dairy or eggs. Indeed, these foods are increasingly linked to various human diseases and animal agriculture is an environmental disaster for the planet.
I’ve spiked a toilet seat before, a gallon of milk, even eggs. If you say it, I’ve probably spiked it before.
I’ve never eaten eggs or taken muscle building supplements. I eat less and work out more.
I’ve met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time, but you’re twenty minutes.
Some people think that doctors and nurses can put scrambled eggs back into the shell.
I didn’t know if Skynyrd fans were going to throw rocks at me or eggs or what.
