A duck ate a snail for breakfast, two worms, seven beaks full of algae, and twelve red berries. This duck laid an egg, which was carried from farm to fork, where it meets your tongue. Swallow!—silken, buttery slug—richer than a hen’s egg, and what did you expect, with a yolk as fat and golden as that? A duck’s egg is not a hen’s egg, after all.
Don’t wolf it down! Savor each mouthful. Notice the earthy notes. Lick the plate, if you must; you paid extra for this. Tomorrow it’s hen’s eggs again. For god’s sake, wipe your mouth.