Never the Cake

I am hardly ever one's first choice of friend.

I've felt all my life as the necessary side dish at many a breakfast buffet. A staple.

But nothing that one would look upon with great excitement.

You need me.

Plain and simple me.

I'm the one to be used, to be called upon when exciting opportunities present themselves. I'm handy and important, but never the main dish. Never the cake, but a component, nonetheless.

But during some special occasions, I may be molded into something delectable in the hands of a proper chef. I may just become devilishly good, I may offer deliverance in benediction, I may become light and carefree and more full of fluff than clouds brushing the heavens.

And still, I make others violently ill.

Allergic. They wish to perish in my wake.

Even when you don't expect it, I am there.

A solid presence. A necessity. A friend that will never leave you hungry for more.

Eggs.