That’s what Mom called it
Toasted bread
with the white part of eggs
in creamy white sauce on top
sprinkled with crumbled
yellow
egg yolk
a light supper
on a winter evening
a comforting dish
that seems to exist only in the past
in a house on Benedict Avenue
in White Plains, New York
Delicious! I ve never had such a treat but I will in the coming week!! I especially like how you chose to use lines with one word or a few words… it flows beautifully!
I love eggs, but have never eaten them this way. What a wonderful memory to capture in a poem!