simple pleasures: ‘e’ is for ‘egg-soldiering’
I was going to start off this post with the line, ‘I like my eggs like I like my men…’ but it doesn’t really work on a few levels.
Hot, salty, half-baked?
Hmmm. Maybe it does.
But let’s try a different tack: Today I bought two egg cups. They are simple white porcelain egg cups and set me back about $1.50 each. I didn’t buy anything else when I bought the egg cups. This means that I was possibly the cheapest Myer customer in the history of Australian department store shopping, but I’m really rather pleased with these two egg cups.
Egg cups make egg-soldiering seem most proper, and there’s little better than tucking into egg soldiers for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.* (Brewing tea is an optional but ideal companion activity.)
I have particular egg-related preferences.
I hate hard yolks, egg sandwiches, or eating eggs on their own in any way. (Just like my banana-related preferences — but different.) My eggs must come with gooey centres, hot toast slathered in plenty of butter, and a generous pinch of salt.
Because eggs have a shell — which makes seeing the inside of the egg while it boils impossible — a handy tool like Eggwatchers comes in… handy.
I love the moment of anticipation when I tink the edge of my knife against the hot shell to crack it. I love the toast cut into butter-dampened strips. And I love that almost iridescent orange of a free-range egg yolk, cooked just so.
Remember, be kind to chickens.
And soldier on.
*Except maybe world peace, equal rights, dishwashers, and my other 25 simple pleasures.