I am an egg

Few things in life are more satisfying than
wrapping your hand around a full styrofoam
container of jumbo sized eggs. So much life
is in your hand. Twelve potential inhabitants of
this planet are aborted and then chilled.
Their fate, in my household, is to either have
their protective shells shattered while their
essence is fried in a pan or having the energy
that would house and feed them hardened by
heat generated by boiling water. This energy will
then be released from its off-white boarding
school of 'no escape' and slowly cooled betwixt
my choppers.

Dang, I likes eggs.