Behold the humble egg. Yes, it’s green, because it came from an Araucana chicken. These South American birds lay yellow, green, blue and pink eggs. No, really. Here’s a picture I snagged off the Internet:
I used to raise these with an ex, and it was great fun gathering colored eggs of an evening. You had to have a mix of hens to get the different colors. The yellow ones were really cool-looking. Farm eggs from a chicken that spends its entire day outside eating grass and bugs taste ten times better than store eggs.
I was shuffling around the grocery store looking for something vaguely healthy ($6.50 for a bag of Gala apples? Really? I think NOT) and trying to avoid the cookie aisle. When I remembered I needed eggs, I got to thinking about how great they are.
How could something that comes out of a chicken’s ass taste so delicious and be so good for you?
Eggs are incredibly cheap protein, nutritious and infinitely versatile. They contain:
- Vitamins A, B, and D—skin, eyes and bones
- Selenium—vital mineral
- Choline–good for your brain
- Riboflavin (B2)— cell food
- B12—nerves and blood cells need it
- Lutein and zeaxanthin–keeps your eyes healthy
You can boil them, scramble them, fry them, bake them, devil them, put them in stuff, make decorations out of the shells (eggery is a well-respected craft).
My favorite way to eat eggs is scrambled. I make the fluffiest, cloud-like scrambled eggs you ever had. I don’t put cheese on them or dump veggies in them. That’s for omelets. The eggs must be whipped with milk and poured into a dry pan, then allowed to heat up slowly and lovingly teased back and forth with a spatula. Continuous turning and fluffing is the secret.
When they are almost finished, drain the liquid from the milk and gently scoop the little egg clouds onto the plate, where you may add a little salt and pepper. Careful, not too much. The flavor is delicate and the texture sublime. No flat puddles folded into a crusty mass like you get in a skeezy diner.
Second only to the poofy delight of scrambled would be poached. I have, in my entire life, found only two restaurants that can poach an egg to my satisfaction. The white cannot be runny or it is like eating—well, I won’t say it in case you’re eating. It must be firm, and the yolk still liquid. Cut up that egg with a spoon in a little bowl and enjoy its slippery, soupy goodness.
Deviled eggs are called that because they are the devil to make. No, I don’t think that’s right, but it’s how I feel. I love them and would eat them every day, but I hate making them. So I usually buy them from the grocery store deli.
Same with hard-boiled. For some reason I can’t boil an egg to save my life. I’ve tried everything—cookbooks, timers, hot to cold water, you name it. Save your advice. It won’t work. Again with the deli. Two hard-boiled hen fruits make a good lunch, cut up on a salad or eaten out of hand on the side.
As a poor college student and later as a poor adult with a crappy job, I ate (eat) a lot of eggs. Along with lentils, they’re one of the more economical and healthy foods you can buy. Hit the expired bakery rack for bread to toast and you’re cruising.
Do you like eggs? If so, what’s your favorite way to eat them? If you don’t like them, why not? Besides the chicken’s ass thing, of course.