I ate twins for breakfast.
This isn’t a play on words. I really ate twins for breakfast.
Every morning I enjoy a breakfast sandwich,
Complete with Canadian bacon, cheddar cheese, sourdough bread, and today…
I was quite taken aback when I cracked my egg into the tiny pan.
Two yolks instead of one.
I was eating two embryos instead of one.
For some reason, I had a hard time completing my routine,
Picturing two identical baby sister chicks pecking around for seed.
Had I not been running late, I probably would’ve scrapped it and eaten
When I told my husband, he grimaced too.
Why did eating twins bother us, when eating a single yolk not warrant a second thought?
I ate it anyway.
And it was delicious.