Eggs. I love eggs. And I’m picky about my eggs. Picky isn’t my regular stance in regard to food. For example I prefer medium rare steak, but if it comes medium well —- Hey I’m briefly disappointed, but then I promptly savor my medium well steak. Not with eggs! Apparently I’m not riding my horse alone into the sunset on this issue, because I’m discovering other people have strongly held opinions about the preparation of their eggs. There are those, who don’t even like eggs. Seriously? I have two daughter in laws. Wonderful women. I refer to them as daughters in heart. Yet they share one sad flaw, both are allergic to eggs. What are the chances of that happening? Pretty high I found out. So much for egg stratas, quiches, frittatas, omelets and French toast for family brunches.
Back to picky me. If my over easy egg has any frazzle on it, immediately I”m choking back an Oh Ick facial expression. When I was 5, my grandmother was in charge of fixing my breakfast for a couple of months. Not only was she old, she couldn’t see very well. Her fried eggs were so frazzled, they were a knock off for a crispy hash brown patty. I loved my Grandma and unfortunately for me in this situation, I was a goody two shoes child. The first time I was confronted with one those ‘eggs’, I gagged it down. To this day I don’t know how I did it. I took one for the team, definitely a demonstration of the power of love. Every morning thereafter I declined having an egg. However one fateful morning she neglected to ask me and fried me one of those babies. My inner self screamed, no, no, no. I was conflicted. I was desperate. I was five. So cornered with no perceivable way out, my body took over. Sitting on the table was a round, silver, old fashion, waffle iron; a hot, round, silver, old fashion, waffle iron. In a nano blip of a moment I suddenly had a burn on the side of my hand. Yes it hurt like I had gotten licked by one of the fire dragons of hell, but now I had an excuse not to eat that gag producing egg.
Just last year after reading a couple of food blogs which featured recipes involving a fried egg, I discovered there are people who go out of their way to produce an egg with frazzle on it. I find this profoundly disturbing. Who are these spooky strange people? Aliens?
Fortunately the following recipes feature cooks who know how to respectfully treat eggs. I give a resounding Yes to them!