So, what is it?*
Obviously, for breakfast, it has got to be the egg. Not many of us have chicken for breakfast — let’s be honest, no one’s ever craved drumsticks with their morning coffee.
And that’s where the levity pauses for a while.
One of the things that has always struck me is the similarity between the most basic cell and the egg. So, what are eggs, if not a collection of cells that divide and multiply to become what we now identify in so many different creatures?
Our lord Darwin — as evolutionists might prefer — paints quite an interesting picture of how life-changing life and time can be, where cosmic particles somehow moulded and evolved into the creepy, crawly, barking, screeching, and arguing politicians of today.
Religion’s ‘Our Lord’ condenses trillions of years into mere days (totally supporting the scientific sway), with the added benefit of a ready-made bibliography for naming the offspring of the faithful — Joãos, Marys, or whatever.
Which brings us back to the egg. Isn’t it really the basis for all our origin needs? Whether scrambled, poached, hard-boiled or simply fried, it truly comes first — and is toasted by all who partake of it.
And the humble chicken? KFC probably summed it up best: “finger lickin’ good” with its secret herbs and spices — but never really considered a breakfast treat.
And maybe that’s why we celebrate Easter — a story of resurrection, of life reborn — not with roast chicken, but with eggs.
I wonder what our last suppers will be...
The chicken or the egg?
Hard to say.
But if Genesis taught us anything, it’s that dust becomes man, ribs become woman, and all of it somehow ends with brunch.
So whether you side with Darwin or divinity, evolution or epiphany, one thing’s for certain:
breakfast will always come first.
Amen. And pass the salt.
This is food for thought.
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