"The Greatest Gravy Is Egg Yolk", a poem about cooking's essence.

The Greatest Gravy Is Egg Yolk [Part 3 of my Culinary trilogy]

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

Pic of a Turkey Gravy Boat containing numerous chicken eggs.

VERSE 1

Adam and Eve existed way back when,

Poor Eve wasn't what you'd call a good cook.

What did she serve in the Garden of Eden,

Before the very first recipe book?

VERSE 2

I'm sure they collected pecans and almonds,

When they weren't raisin' veggies or pickin' fruit.

Things changed when, with the Wisdom of Solomon,

Adam conceived of the first chicken coop.

VERSE 3

It might sound amazing, but here's what we know.

They gave their feathered friends comfortable boxes.

Adam maintained there was no "Quid Pro Quo".

He was protecting eggs from awful foxes.

CHORUS

Some feel that the greatest sauce,

Is hunger, but that is untrue.

I wrote this poem to get across:

The real champ has a yellow hue.

Chefs today know I'm not blowing smoke,

When I say (believe me, this ain't no joke):

"The finest gravy is egg yolk."

VERSE 4

One of their kin lived to be 969. [Note: Methuselah, who was Noah's grandfather]

So Eve and Adam disregarded heart health.

Not separating the yolk, for those two was fine,

Since clearly, they were blessed with genetic wealth.

Fried eggs topped with fresh ground black pepper in a teflon pan about to make the transition from Sunny Side Up to Over Easy.

BRIDGE

Back in the day, my old man,

With mixed emotions, would speak of,

Breakfasts of "Shit on the Shingles".

Being the meals he remembered most.

But when he broke eggs in a pan,

I could clearly see the mystique of,

Simply allowing runny yolk to mingle.

With grits, bacon, hash browns, and toast.

VERSE 5

Lest you experience another failure,

Of the culinary kind, here's what to beg for.

A yummy topping found in mother nature,

Such deliciousness resides in an egg's core.