Egg blurb number one: I was watching one of those consumer report shows on eggs, and they had regular (white), brown, organic, free run and free range eggs. The reporter was all "but are the more expensive eggs worth it?" And then she went on to say, basically, that according to taste tests they all taste the same, and therefore the more expensive eggs are not worth it. It was really bizarre how she totally missed the point (basically the political point, as noted by Linnea). The report was over, and not once did she mention the other reasons why people might chose a free run/free range/organic egg, she just summed up that since there were no taste differences it was not worth it to buy the other kinds of eggs. Wait... wasn't that supposed to be a consumer report... WTF?
Egg blurb number two (AKA egg disaster!): For Valentines day, the SO served me breakfast in bed, which was egg's Benedict from scratch. Quite tasty, and nicely made - the yokes were solid, instead of my preferred soft, but otherwise it was delish. Now, everytime I try to poach and egg, it's an insane disaster, so I was totally impressed that the SO managed it so gracefully, especially since he cooks only once or twice a month at most. It was a nice tasty breakfast. A few days later, I decided "If he can poach and egg, then I should be able to poach and egg. Even though everytime I poach and egg it's always been a disaster, somehow this logic was all I needed to try again. So I cracked two eggs, one into each tea cup to facilitate the transfer into the water. I boiled me up some water, and slid the first egg in. All seemed to be going well, but then suddenly an uncontrollable froth of eggy water boiled over making a huge mess all over the one element. No sweat - the egg is sufficiently poached anyway. So I take out the slotted spoon intent on carefully removing the eggy from the water with out breaking it. I scoop it, think I've got it pretty good, go to lift it out of the water, and somehow it flops off the spoon quite violently into the water, splash more water everywhere. I peer into the pot, and the white has pulled away from the yolk, but the yolk hasn't broken. So I cautiously lift it out again. This time slower. It wants to slip out of the spoon again, but I won't let it. I think I've got it, but then somehow the whole thing goes wrong, and the egg flops on to the stove, with part of the white on the edge of the element, which was left on in the chaos and burns this part of the egg. Somehow, somehow - though the yolk was most definitely soft - the yolk is still fully intact, I carefully manage to get it off the element and lifted on to the waiting English Muffin. I won't bore you with the story of the second egg, but it was just as horrible. I am a talented chef who can make mole poblano from scratch, fantastic smoked turkey sausage and sweet potato chilly without a recipe. I can cook to the extreme. But when it comes to poached eggs I am just totally unable to do anything but make a huge mess and turn a process that should be simple into a complicated disaster. (Also... please don't suggest an egg poacher. I had one and... let's just not talk about it, okay?)