201. Rambling on eggs

I really hate eating hard boiled eggs. They have the consistency of a flaky boil. They smell like a tub of mayo that had been left out in the sun for three days. They are just the weirdest objects to peel in the morning. Who really wants to chip away at their breakfast in the morning?

I remember when I was elected to the Order of the Arrow, an organization within the Boy Scouts and we had to do a service project for our initiation weekend. (I know, an organization within an organization is kind of weird.) The whole point of the weekend was to spend it in service, which is a good thing. However, we weren’t supposed to talk much and we weren’t given a whole lot to eat during the day. Breakfast was a hardboiled egg. I think I maybe took two bites of the the thing and then swallowed it. It was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. I made it through the day, barely. I stuffed myself on hamburgers and french fries during the evening.

Eggs have consistently been the one food I strongly disliked. It used to be a hardline that I would not any sort of egg product, but I’ve let up over the years. I started eating egg bakes and quiches. I gradually got to scrambled eggs with lots of cheese and hot sauce. Then there were breakfast burritos and eggs benedict. I even ate a scotch egg, a hardboiled egg that is wrapped in sausage and deep fried. I was quite hesitant to do it, but my friends the Men in Blazers love them. I also had a pint of Guinness to wash them down with.

I still can’t do fried eggs though. I haven’t been able to do the consistency plus the smell. They are just too much for me to stomach.

That’s made for some weird breakfasts in my day. I remember that my grandpa used to try and make me eat them. He’d be absolutely confused as he made tons of them for my brother, but I would politely refuse. I just didn’t care for them.

I usually stick with the carb triumvirate of pancakes, french toast, or waffles. That’s served me pretty well, but you can only eat so much sugar in teh beginning part of your day. Glad I’ve had coffee to go with it. I’m also glad that beer is perfectly acceptable if I am watching a soccer game while pigging out on breakfast products. The beer helps.

I like that my pallate is a pretty accepting one. I like to try new foods and for the most part I don’t hate too many of them. But, eggs are still public enemy number one when it comes to my taste buds.

I don’t know if my palate will allow for them in the future. Maybe it’s one of those things that changes as you get older, like your taste for coffee and beer.