Egg-cellent

In my childhood home, once every couple of weeks, we had Humpty Dumpty night. Mom would softboil some eggs, put them in eggcups and set us loose with the crayons to draw melted wax faces onto hot eggs. We would draw lovely ladies and brave young egg-men and then encourage them to have conversations ("Oh Monsieur, you look so very handsome this evening).

Once the egg people had taken their farewells, my mother would brandish her dinner knife guillotine as we all recited:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall...
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...

At which point, my lovely, gentle-spirited mother would chop off the top quarter of the egg in one smooth, decisive gesture, we would finish the rhyme -- complete with toast soldiers -- and we would dunk the strips of toast into the yolks for dinner.

And so the tradition continues. In a gluten-free version, of course.