Eggs of contention
Many things can divide a household. In mine, it is boiled eggs. Who would have thought such a simple food item could cause such consternation at the breakfast table?
Now comes the real challenge: opening the egg.
I tend to slash mine, sometimes hitting the yolk that then drips down the egg cup. Quelle horreur. Val’s head is in her hands at this stage. She never hits the yolk, because she always remembers to put the big end down into the cup. I can never remember that fine point. Val opens her egg with a deliberate sawing action that gives enough of an opening for her to then carefully pry up and off the top. No wasted yolk for Madam Superior of the Ovum.
We both have toast with our eggs, but mine is cold-buttered à la Brit, while Val’s is hot-buttered à l’Americaine. Another divide.
Lest you think the eating of a boiled egg is such a minor matter as to be unworthy of a blog post, do a quick Google search: You’ll get about 91 million hits! But for me, the reason it is a topic worth contemplation is the memory I have of my landlady on Cape Cod serving me boiled eggs for breakfast — without an egg cup. I literally did not know how to proceed. Only years later, when I met Val, did I learn that she, herself, was raised in an egg-cupless house. Her dad would take the egg in his hand, cut it open and scoop out the contents into a little glass dish. Back on Cape Cod, I had no idea how to proceed. Asking the landlady for help merely cemented her opinion of me as an odd character who had landed in her rented room, fortunately for only the summer.
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Here I was, up at dawn and grumpy, and this turns up in my mail to cheer me on towards morning!
ReplyDeleteBoiled eggs aren't a household issue here. One of us eats only hard boiled, which means no egg cup is involved. And I can eat a soft boiled one in a cup or in a dish. However, when I packed up the kitchen for the renovation five years ago, the egg cups got lost. So much for that.
I like poached better anyway, and Julie thinks a good poached egg is perfection. Problem solved.
PS Toast must be buttered when hot. Period.
You made me smile.
ReplyDeleteI can’t see myself eating from an egg cup. I don’t own one and have never eaten from one even while travelling.
I don’t prick my egg before boiling and it very rarely breaks while boiling.
I cook two at a time: the first, just long enough to be soft and to eat immediately. The second is left in the cauldron to become a hard egg that I’ll later use in a sandwich or a salad.
Like Ann, I like poached egg but I don’t master the cooking.
I like my butter at room temperature. It doesn’t cool my toast.
Your comments, Ann and Danielle, are fascinating to me. How we eat our eggs is reflective of our culture, isn't it -- both at our home level and also at our national level. So fun to learn!
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