Soleil
With a little guidance and some extra pressure, a long crack splits the middle of the egg, and Soleil gives a strangled squeak of surprise. It holds, however, which is bewildering to Sol. Following Maeve’s instructions, she pries into the egg with her thumbs, nose wrinkling at the gooey liquid that begins to creep down her skin with her slower pace. But as she pulls it apart it plops into the bowl with no further difficulty, shell-free.
“So cool,” she says distractedly, more interested in reaching eagerly for the next and final egg that she’s to do on her own. The cracking still goes a little bumpy, but the separation is nice and neat, leaving only a single piece of shell in the whites in the bowl. Soleil plucks it out with a shy smile and holds her sticky hands away from herself, reluctant to wipe them on the apron. “What now?” Each ingredient has been a wildly new experience, and the excitement is clear in her tone.
“So cool,” she says distractedly, more interested in reaching eagerly for the next and final egg that she’s to do on her own. The cracking still goes a little bumpy, but the separation is nice and neat, leaving only a single piece of shell in the whites in the bowl. Soleil plucks it out with a shy smile and holds her sticky hands away from herself, reluctant to wipe them on the apron. “What now?” Each ingredient has been a wildly new experience, and the excitement is clear in her tone.
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
