This whole thing smacks of gender
What a lovely tale. It has been a long time since I had a Croque Monsieur, but now I am thinking about this little cafe in Campbell that does it justice. I might need to make an expedition there!
I always thought the egg was Marie Antoinette’s breast.
My wife loved this article as I read most of it out to her (she likes croque monsieur but not madame) and she identifies with your self-description too. During high school, many people assumed she was a (butch) lesbian to the point that she tried that at college but it wasn't for her... A friend said "what you need is a nice bisexual man who will love both sides of you". She ended up importing me from England 23 years ago (there seem to be a lot more bisexuals in my home country than here in America).