Dear Eggs,

You’ve been the sunrise in my mornings, but now, we part ways. You’re a siren’s call I can no longer heed. My health demands a different path.

You were my muse in the kitchen, a canvas of endless possibility. But my veins cry for change. It’s not you, it’s me—my cholesterol, to be exact.

You’ll always be the golden yolk in the story of my life. But for now, adieu.

Yours in Spirit,