August 21, 2011

yolk folk and white knights

Reading exposes you to many kinds of people — more than you might ever expect to meet in this lifetime. And sometimes it exposes you to the kinds of people you have met, but won't ever understand.
"I suppose Miss Bartlett must come, since she boils eggs so well," said Cecil, who was in rather a happier frame of mind, thanks to the admirable cooking.

"I didn't mean the egg was WELL boiled," corrected Freddy, "because in point of fact she forgot to take it off, and as a matter of fact I don't care for eggs. I only meant how jolly kind she seemed."
A Room With a View, E.M. Forster
What kind of person doesn't care for eggs? E.M. Forster, what a wild imagination you have. Just kidding. I actually have come across several individuals who are either repelled by or indifferent to eggs. I don't know which is worse — both are just plum awful.

As an egg afficionado, I'm not too picky about the way my eggs are cooked — but that doesn't mean I don't have favorites. One of my favorite ways to consume eggs is scrambled with tomatoes and scallions.

Spray a saucepan with cooking spray and throw in a chopped, juicy tomato. Cook until it's bubbling in the pan, and swirl in an egg or two along with a sliced scallion. Season with salt and pepper and scramble until just barely runny. Serve on a bed of sliced romaine lettuce, for an atypical "egg salad."

Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted,
And human love will be seen at its height. —E.M. Forster