Eggs

We used to have eggs in many forms

when I was a child.

My father got up first at 6 o'clock every morning
and brought us each a cup of tea in bed 
before making our breakfasts.

Boiled, fried and scrambled eggs

accounted for three of the five working days.

I have just lately revived the habit.

Perhaps a faint memory of a downgrading 

of the threat to our cholesterol levels,

blamed on egg consumption, 

has had something to do with this.

I do wish we could still buy white ones.

He sat by the fire in the kitchen 
not daring to speak for happiness.
Till that moment he had not known 
how beautiful and peaceful life could be. 
The green square of paper pinned round the lamp 
cast down a tender shade. 
On the dresser was a plate of sausages  and white pudding 
and on the shelf there were eggs. 
They would be for breakfast in the morning 
after the communion in the college chapel. 
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea. 
How simple and beautiful life was after all! 
And life lay all before him.

Still Life of Cooking Utensils, Cauldron, Frying Pan and Eggs

Jean-Baptiste Simeon Chardin

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - James Joyce