We've been eating a lot of eggs lately. It goes something like this:
- Wake up, check blog stats to see if Mark Bittman has decided to endorse In Praise of Leftovers (sadly, not yet)
- Set four eggs in a saucepan, cover with water, bring to a gentle boil
- Check Facebook to see if someone, somewhere, might be thinking about me
- Remove my egg after four minutes
- Open it over buttered toast, sprinkle coarse salt and aleppo pepper, ponder how I might engineer more provocative Facebook posts to attract a flood of comments
- Call the kids to eat their hard-boiled eggs six minutes later
- Notice again how eating an egg in the morning keeps me full until lunchtime and makes me feel retro in an MFK Fisher kind of way (who didn't have Facebook and was the better for it)
I've had seasons. Months of granola for breakfast, not an egg in sight. Spells of fried eggs, especially sandwiched between an English muffin with sharp cheddar and lots of ketchup. And poached--I even have a special egg poacher that produces glossy white pucks, all squat and predictably shaped.
But this is the Season of the Soft-Boiled Egg, and it might just last forever.
What's your story with eggs? How are you eating them these days?