Eggs can be tricky to work with. Today I spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen, and every time I
looked at a recipe....it called for eggs. I cracked close to 18 eggs in my kitchen today!
Eggs are finicky and temperamental.They have a mind of their own. Often, if left to their own
devices they will rebel...like the boiled egg that blew its lid, and the cooked yolk poked its head
out of the shell.
I have a love/hate relationship with eggs. I love how symmetrical they are. I love how white
or brown the shell is. I love the sound that cracking the shell makes. I love using a whisk on
egg yolks. I love how versatile eggs are.
I hate plain scrambled eggs. I hate eggs unless they are mixed in with other ingredients.
One of the signs of an excellent chef is a light, fluffy souffle. I'm not there yet, and may
never get there...and that's o.k. I lack a full appreciation of the humble egg, and until
I have that, eggs will continue to challenge my confidence in working with them.
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