As many of you already know, EoMEoTE (End of Month Egg on Toast Extravaganza) was hatched by the rulebound Jeanne at ‘Cook sister!’ and Anthony at ‘Spice Blog’. I never really know who is hosting the monthly event. All I know is that last month, Jeanne wrote:
Next month, all posts are to be submitted as Petrarchan sonnets.
Aye yai yai!! I don’t even know what a Petrarchan sonnet is! (So I looked it up – apparently the rhyme scheme is abbaabba cdecde) Drat! It turns out that the first draft of the sonnet I wrote is Spenserian – rhyme scheme: abab bcbc cdcd ee. And I know what sticklers for rules the EoMEoTE folks are! Luckily, I have great skill at composing poetry *cough* and was able to revise:
. . . a simple shell of a simple notion
Planned and prepared with care and devotion
Served up with juice and coffee on a tray
Or on the patio – what do you say?
At end of the month whisked into motion
Omelette or boiled? …conflicting emotion
Fried, poached or frittata are also okay
With what sort of toast? rye or poppy seed?
Or grainy whole wheat? Hey! Why not have all?
…Alas alack …just one egg in the box!
No Hollandaise?? We’re slavering with greed…
It is decided! Let’s get on the ball!
We will just have bagels, creamcheese and lox.
Okay, okay. I admit it. We don’t have any bagels, creamcheese or lox either. But give me a break! What else rhymes with “box”?? And truth be told, we don’t even have ONE egg. Pin it all down to poetic *cough* licence. (I really should have that cough seen to, shouldn’t I?) But we do have toast. So we sautéed some sliced mushrooms and had mushrooms on toast. One out of two isn’t bad….