Cakegg
Nasty🤮
It’s just hard boiled eggs…not as appealing to look at but it’s fine.
I’ll eat it
egg is egg
When does egg become not egg?
When balut.
Stick it between a couple layers of red velvet & slather it with chocolate cream cheese icing.
1950s jello cake ass food crime. Wtf
Yes, I’d like one slice of the cake-ass please. No box, I’m gonna eat it here.
Briemelet
The Germans would call this an Eierkuchen
It’s only missing every ingredient except Eier.
What a bold decision to put yolks in that egg white omelet.
Cut it into cubes and stick them with toothpicks and you can lie and say it’s a Barbarian hors d’oeuvre or some shit.
Ngl I’d fuck with this
Weird thing to fuck but ok
That’s not how that slang phrase works, and you know it!
I know shit
Ewww
His work specializes in scatology
Egg
Please keep your distance for the next farty hours
Isn’t that just poached eggs that have been jellified together?
Isn’t it more like… Steamed eggs?
Nothing a little smoked paprika can’t fix.
Heresy. Only sweet paprika is real paprika.
And garlic salt.
They say anyone can cook. But that doesn’t mean that anyone should cook.
As a child growing up in the foothills of Grenyarnia, life was a simple, bucolic idyll. Every day the sun would shine through my modest little window, and I’d wake to the gentle scent of the titan arums, as well as the somewhat more pungent, but equally welcome, aroma of the Svenborgian staff bringing me my breakfast.
Oh what a repast it always was! The earthy notes of the Organic sixième presse de pied grape juice! The ever-unexpected delights of caviar-infused macarons! And to top it all off, of course, was my favorite, the delightful egg dish! The name is a bit of a mouthful, Sot den Arschlächer et ass eng Omelette, but my family and I always just called them our beloved Arschloch Omelettes. I never quite took down the recipe, as our staff mysteriously disappeared one night, coincidentally along with some of the tableware and a few million kroner of what mummy and daddy called the loose change. C’est la vie! You will be missed, Griselda! Or was it Greta? Or Bob?
Still, through my years of studying the culinary arts, with literally hours spent every month living and breathing the finest recipes and influencers, I think I’ve come close. My life coach and herbalist both tell me they’ve never tasted anything like it. Please enjoy my most favorite thing, and maybe you’ll become an Arschloch lover like me…
<chef’s kiss>
Pure, unadulterated genius.
How do you nominate for comment of the year?
is there supposed to be a problem with this?
Only of you insist it’s an omelette
What would you even call that mass? A hard-boiled dozen?
hard-boiled hexegg. It’s better in German, hartgekoctsechsei.
edit - ignore me, I thoght it was a half dozen - add a doppel in there maybe.
lol i love german. who else would call 12 of something a “double half dozen”
I totally made that up by the way so don’t rely on it at all with actual Germans.
Don’t forget their neighbour with numbers like “quatre-vingt-dix-sept” though, I think theres a reason for so many renowned French mathematicians.
