delayed gratification

Today for lunch, I ate breakfast. I’ve been making soft-boiled eggs like they were going out of style for two weeks now. Because I live paycheck to paycheck, I appreciate the low price attached to the nutritional power of the egg.

Sometimes I even bring my soft-boiled eggs to work with me, carefully packaged for the subway as though I were in training for a 7th grade physics experiment.

A handy guide: