The Egg Incident...

So breakfast here is usually a suprise. Sometimes we wake up and have cereal, sometimes meats, sometimes bread, sometimes omelletes. Today we woke up and Iria had prepared us hard boiled eggs, or so I thought.

Alright, I know how to eat these. Being in somewhat of a rush, I smashed the egg open with my spoon and began to peel off the shell. It felt very soft to me, so I figured she just didnt cook it long enough. I then tried to pick up the egg and dump the contents onto my plate, leaving a mess.

Iria came out of the kitchen and gave me a strange look. Apparently, this type of egg is a famous breakfast in Brussels, called "The egg with soldiers." You are supposed to just take off the top of the egg, and dip your bread into the yolk, and the bread is usually cut into little slices called "Soldiers." So afterall, this wasn't just a runny hard-boiled egg, rather it was a famous breakfast.



Way to drop the ball Tom.