My greedy eyes watched the twin spheres as they bubbled and grew. In the perfectly sized pan, the egg yolks expanded and developed into the best versions of themselves. They glowed with the knowledge of their own beauty, and I glowed at the prospect of consuming their light.
This has been a difficult week. The kind of week where I wake up each morning looking forward to the next moment I could sleep again. But these twin beauties knocked me out of my funk. They lifted me up and filled me with a fantastical hope: maybe everything would be okay. With my fork, I tentatively chipped away at the egg white barrier. The egg whites were good, serving their purpose as a fluffy precursor to the real deal. When the first egg yolk finally touched my tongue, I felt like a lost traveler unexpectedly finding their heart's desire.
At first, I closed my eyes and bathed my tongue in the soft golden liquid, feeling like Midas after his first miracle. Then, I opened my eyes, staring in amazement at the treasure just inches from my face. It was a zoom in moment, a moment of absolute concentration on the sensations at hand. I couldn’t tell you who I was where I was or how I felt. All I could process was the texture the color and the smell of the object in front of me. That egg yolk was my entire world. And in the world of an egg yolk, one cannot be depressed. The world of an egg yolk is a world of absolute simplicity and joy. And I feel lucky to have visited this world, even for just a moment.
The second egg yolk was less transcendent, but I was more in my own body. I remained in my own world, but my world was better for it. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth, not wanting to leave any taste buds out of it. There was a party in my mouth, and every molecule was invited. For the first time in a while, I felt deeply engaged in the physical world. Maybe this was the turning point, the catalyst that would allow me to return to the version of myself, full of energy and curiosity.
I don’t know if these egg yolks are medicinal, or symbolic, or completely unrelated to my mental health. All I know is I will be luxuriously consuming at least one runny egg yolk every day for the foreseeable future. And that’s a beautiful knowledge to have.
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