Oh, I frequently think every now and then of the glorious fruit of the noble hen eggs, eggs, E, double-G, S-eggs. My knowledge of eggs is tremendously wide. I’ve eaten them boiled, I’ve eaten them fried. Poached and shirred and deviled and scrambled, hummeled, shmummeled, cuddled, and frammeled. I’ve eaten them beaten and swizzled and swuzzled. Frizzled, cadizzled, bamboozled, and fuzzled. I know every way that an egg can be guzzled. And thinking of eggs reminds me of Sam. Whose favorite dish. Is green eggs and ham.
