The Wonders of an Egg

My son, Sami loves boiled eggs. Haven't some of us, at some point in our childhood, favored boiled eggs more than anything? Just like the ad "Itlog" of Lactum, i could only sigh and boil eggs every morning. And peel off shells. And remember Joyjoy Mac everytime. She taught me, at Duka Bay, during a Holy Week retreat, how to peel off egg shells real fast: CRACK, SQUEEZE, PEEL. Usually we just crack, and peel, which makes it more difficult because of a white's pasty layer that sticks between the shell and the egg. It almost looks like a mosaic of cream, white, and cracks. But when you CRACK it first on any hard surface (tile, back of spoon, back of head, etc.) then SQUEEZE gently, enough to create larger cracks, you then can PEEL off the shell easily.
E.T. (Extra thought): People with "cracks" actually need a gentle squeeze. You ignore them and let them stay looking like ugly mosaics of humanity, you suffer the sight (and sound and "feel" ) of them. You squeeze or pound them hard, you suffer the mess (and smell and taste) of them. Give them a tender, loving, careful squeeze, and they will let you into to themselves, to peel them, and bring out a smooth, royal whiteness that has a great potential to flavor and garnish your life.