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Don’t Poke That Sac!

Posted on | May 24, 2008 at 7:28 pm | 2 Comments

Hey, trying new things is cool! This is another in the continuing series (last entry here) about how my relationship with my girlfriend N has changed me. Or at least how it has changed my eating habits.

Up until I met N, I preferred my eggs cooked only one way: scrambled. I knew how to cook them that way – my mom showed me how when I was very young. It was one of the first things I learned how to cook. I don’t think we ever had eggs any other way when I was growing up, though I seem to remember my dad occasionally eating a fried egg, which I tasted and didn’t like. In more recent years, before I met N, I branched out a bit into occasionally ordering eggs Benedict when out for breakfast. The hollandaise sauce, the ham, the English muffins – it all conspired to hide the true taste of the eggs.

Eggs Over EasyAnd then one morning, shortly after we started going out, N introduced me to Eggs Over Easy on Toast. Or maybe Eggs Over Medium – we’re really not sure which. The line between them is fine. It just depends on how runny the yolk is. If you let Eggs Over Easy cook like an extra 30 seconds or so, you get Eggs Over Medium. I was always hesitant to try this sort of thing before because 1) I was so used to scrambled eggs, 2) my taste of fried eggs didn’t do much for me, and 3) I was afraid of being poisoned by undercooked eggs. But I got past all that and gave them a try anyway. Yum! Buttered toast under the egg is essential – it soaks up all the yolky goodness. The sweeter the bread, the better. Now I will even cook them for myself when she’s not here, and sometimes order them when eating out. I hardly ever do scrambled eggs anymore.

I’m still not that great at cooking them. It’s hard for me to determine the right timing to get the correct yolk consistency. And it’s really difficult for me to flip them correctly without getting the whites all folded over (N is still better at that). But I’m learning. Someday I’ll be a master. At least I don’t accidentally break the yolk sac anymore. Mostly.

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Latre.

Jogged Today: Yes (@ 45°F)
Songs That Came Up On The iPod While Jogging:

  • “That Is the Way” (XTC)
  • “One Flesh” (Chameleons UK)
  • “Hang on to the Night” (XTC)
  • “Tell Me the Truth” (Midnight Oil)
  • “Perfect Girl” (Yuji Oniki)
  • “Why, Why, Why” (The Lightning Seeds)
  • “Creature” (Moist)


Comments

2 Responses to “Don’t Poke That Sac!”

  1. InfK
    May 24th, 2008 @ 8:30 pm

    I don’t even know you any more.

  2. Gregory
    May 30th, 2008 @ 12:31 am

    Well, be of good cheer — eggs ain’t easy. When Pam was in Culinary School they told people to be sure to practice eggs because they are really tricky to do right, and some chefs will make job-seekers cook eggs in the interview to see if they have the right stuff.

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