When I was growing up, I didn’t really eat eggs. In our traditional, working class household, the only eggs I ate were boiled solid, mashed and mixed up with salad cream – to be served on white bread covered in butter. Mmmm – healthy!
I’ve always had issues with eggs. I’m an ex-vegetarian and I’ve never quite been able to get my head around the fact that we eat the stuff that comes out of lady chickens private parts. I’ve spoken to Dan’s brother and his girlfriend about this – they’re both very informed farmers. Essentially when we eat eggs, we’re tucking into CHICKEN PERIOD! ARGHHHHH! Whoever decided it was a good idea to crack one open, cook it in a pan and eat one? The same could be said for cow breast milk – but that’s a blog post for another day.
Chicken period jokes aside. Aren’t eggs brilliant?
Now I’m over my ickyness, I see eggs in a whole new light. I make a mean scrambled egg toast and, after trying one for the first time just a few years ago, I’ve perfected my poached eggs.
Each week we go through loads of them – whether it’s in cakes, tarts or as the centre piece of a Dan Special. No Sunday morning is complete without some sort of eggy-breakfast dish. Today, I’m having a lazy duvet day so I can read, blog and pamper – I’ll only be separated from my duvet to cook. I went for one perfectly fried egg, sunny side up with brown buttered toast and a great big dollop of ketchup! Yum!
Eggs – how do you eat yours?
Hayley Jayne xx