Dickled Eggs Novels & Stories

Falco watched the whole time with his arms crossed. "You're supposed to use lower heat for eggs," I said. "I did use lower heat." "What setting?" "High." I looked at him. He looked back, completely serious. "High isn't lower heat." "It's lower than very high." I laughed. Couldn't help it. "Move." He stepped aside and I took over. Found eggs in the small fridge, cracked four into the clean pan over actual low heat. The eggs sizzled gently instead of screaming. I stirred them, watching the curds form.

She was fed up eating the same fancy dishes every day. “What are these, mister?” “Kibranza, my lady. A delicacy from the southern region. These are eggs dipped in a dyed batter and harvested from a domesticated animus called frightlings. They can only be found in the kingdom of Notus, so we get our daily supply from their capital city, fr-r-r-resh.” Clara gulped, now a bit hesitant to try and buy one. “Are these frightlings in any way… hurt?”

Alice covered her face and said, “Well, let’s go to the supermarket! I am sure that no one in the supermarket knows me.” “Great! Oh, by the way, you are out of eggs. So, we can just go and buy some.” Zayden said seriously. Alice glanced at him and said, “Can we stop eggs? Seriously, can you cook anything other than hard-boiled eggs?” Zayden had told Alice that he knew how to cook. However, when he came out of the kitchen, he held a plate of poached eggs. The eggs were also fully cooked, and Alice was sick of them.

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Crisanto’s mother winked, adding, “It’s good for honeymooners like you. Here, we call this the ‘Street Viagra,’ known for its aphrodisiac effect.” “It boosts stamina and... certain passions,” she added. “Try it! I’m sure you’ll love it! Just close your eyes when you see the fetus duck.” Freya gulped, hesitating. She didn’t want this egg to be a nausea trigger, although it hadn’t yet. When she turned to her husband, Kenneth had already peeled one egg. He put vinegar and sprinkled it with salt, then ate it whole! He didn’t even close his eyes! “Hmmm,” Kenneth said, nodding. “It’s delicious! It’s the most delicious egg I have ever tried.”

At that moment, Erick walked over carrying a small container. "Or perhaps you'd prefer some eggs?" He sat down beside them. "They aren't chicken eggs, though." He opened the lid. Inside were fried eggs. "They're goose eggs. Perfectly safe to eat." The aroma instantly drifted through the air. One of the nearby survivors swallowed hard. "Damn..." He stared at the eggs with envy. "Master actually cooked those eggs with sardines and peppers." His stomach growled loudly. "Just smelling them is making me hungry all over again."

she replied “Wow, what’s it like” a maid asked and one by one they laughed “You won’t blame me, I am not a kitchen maid so I don’t know most of your recipes” she replied with a pout “Well, its okay, we learn Everyday just as some of you here don’t know how to clean the way she does, Eggs Benedict is a brunch specialty consisting of hot buttered English muffins, Canadian-style bacon, and poached eggs topped with a rich Hollandaise sauce” Erica explained

Eliza pondered, her lips smacking with delight as she savoured another half-boiled egg, its luscious yolk oozing out with each delectable bite. Milan, too, found himself yearning for an answer to this perplexing question. Though the eggs appeared identical, the disparity in flavor was like comparing heaven to earth. And it wasn't just the eggs; every morsel on the table burst with an explosion of flavors, leaving everyone's mouths in a state of pure ecstasy. "These eggs, my dear friends, are a rare breed laid by a special kind of chicken that I meticulously crossbred," I revealed, a mysterious twinkle in my eyes.

‘Watch what? ‘I think Millie has plans for those eggs. Cut the white off, slide the yolk onto your fork and then in it goes, whole. We always do it that way. It gives a different edge to the word ‘yokel’.’ Vera was baffled. Sid offered further explanation. ‘Saves on washing up as well.’ Vera looked at me and then the plate and then at Sid, standing by her shoulder. ‘Go for it,’ I said. ‘It’s not better than sex but comes near and is definitely safer.’

Dell sighed as we all gathered around “You guys made pancakes and scrambled eggs!” I screamed in excitement and Dell nodded with smiles “I thought you only like curry rice and strawberry cakes?” Jade asked “Of course but I love pancakes too especially when they are so soft, they remind me of my special friend” “Huh?!” They all yelled in surprise looking at me “Hehe…..you, you, you, you, you…..all of you knows who I'm talking about” “No we don't” Zack almost spit on my face and I closed my eyes