My breakfast almost always includes an egg whether it be egg whites scrambled and rolled up in a wheat tortilla, or an egg over easy on a piece of 12 grain bread, a killer omelet, or the latest and greatest method of poached eggs running over 12 grain toast. Eggs I can do... it's the rest of the cooking world that leaves me confused.
Anyway, a few weeks back G'pa Ord and dad were at my condo while I was poaching my egg the poor man's way by dumping the egg into nearly boiling water and watching it's ghostlike shape gel. G'pa said it was "the grossest thing" he had seen in a while and couldn't believe I was going to "eat that thing." The experience obviously had a profound effect on him because he went home and declared that he and g'ma needed to find me an egg poacher as soon as possible to stop the disgusting method I had going on. Last weekend they went to Las Vegas and came home with a present for me. After meeting last night G'pa handed me a Crate and Barrel bag with the fanciest egg poacher I've ever seen. Sadly, it didn't come with an instruction manual and since I am a simple girl, the sight of it sends me into a panic! Today's google search will start with 'how to use an egg poacher'. Boiling water I can do... using a poacher may be beyond my ability.
I am convinced that I am spoiled by the best people in the world. How did I get so lucky to have the family I have?
WanTawn: I'm sorry if this post offends you... after re-reading it I realized that I did mention EGGS in nearly every sentence. OH! Did I mention that I put BANANAS in my protein shake last night??? :) Much love.
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