Thousand Year Old Eggs, Just A Name

My first memory of thousand year old eggs was when I was maybe around 5 years old, and I was across the hall at my best friend Brandon’s apartment. He came from a Puerto Rican family and his grandfather gave me a hard boiled egg to snack on. To thank him, I ran back home and hurriedly asked my grandmother for a thousand year old egg, ran back to Brandon’s and placed it in his grandfather’s hands. Brandon’s grandfather peeled it, looked at it, scratched his head and ran it under tap water for a very long time. Needless to say, he didn’t eat it, and I was a very embarrassed 5 year old because he didn’t like my gift and my chubby cheeks burned red.

First things first, thousand year old eggs aren’t one thousand years old. It’s just a name. The preservation process in clay, ash, salt, lime and rice hills can take as little as a few weeks. It’s an acquired taste. I’m not going to lie, they kind of taste like gasoline. And when you eat them you feel a similar sensation to eating wasabi, where it shoots up your nose, but not just in a spicy hot way. My favorite way to eat them? Dipped in soy sauce. Why do I eat gasoline flavored eggs, you might be asking? For some reason, gasoline flavored eggs taste really good to me, and I enjoy every bite of it.

-Joyce Huang

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