Basically I'm hungry 24/7. This is a chronicle of the symbiosis that my brain and stomach share.
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Yesterday I pulled from my illustrious book shelf Mr. Pepin’s masterpiece, The Complete Techniques, and read with gusto about the millions of ways to cook eggs. Have you ever had a fried egg? Of course you say, fried in butter. No, I mean, have you deep fried an egg in fry oil? I was a deep fried egg virgin, so readied myself with careful reading and the knowledge I was emotionally ready to follow through with a life changing part of development. Reading the instructions carefully, I readied my oil and spatulas for the frying of an egg, which took less than a minute. Nothing too crazy, just a browned exterior of white with an inside that was beautiful soft yolk. I fried up some tortillas that might have been sitting too long to eat fresh, and had quite a nice after dinner snack.
Deep fried eggs are pretty good, but I’m still after that elusive egg dish, the omelette. I can’t make mine without it looking like a Denny’s commercial (not a good thing) Here’s a video of a true chef, Julia Child, cooking a perfect omelet in less than a minute. Bow down.