
"What's a poached egg" Mr Picky asked me. "Hold on a second," I said, cracking the crooked egg into a dish. The egg was laid just two days ago from our friend's chicken. Hence it was crooked. The yolk was brilliant gold... almost orange. I thought about how runny the yolk would be after poaching. How creamy and delicious. And I thought about how much Mr Picky hates runny eggs. Or claims he hates them. After all, I've never seen him eat a runny egg yolk, so who knows if he's ever actually … [Read more...]

























