“hard boiled” eggs in an oven
I cooked an egg in an oven today.
Not baked, or over easy, or in a pan of water - I placed a whole, unbroken egg into the oven tray and let it cook. Several interesting things happened, not least among which is that the egg was perfectly cooked (“hard boiled”), the way I wanted.
Firstly, while it was in the oven I noticed some little brown specks developing on the shell. It was really weird, like the egg was sweating some kind of brown liquid that got fried on its shell pretty quickly. There wasn’t a lot of it, much less than the condensation that develops on the surface of a cold glass of water on a hot day. Still pretty unsettling though.
Next, when I cracked the egg open to serve it, I noticed that the surface of the egg was browned in an uneven marbling. Nothing too dark or unappealing, just a light browning in some places. You probably wouldn’t want to cook eggs this way for deviled eggs, though - the marks are noticeable enough that they would spoil the presentation.
Finally, in terms of taste, I felt that the yolk was a little more powdery than they would be in a conventional hard boiled egg, and the whites were slightly more springy. Almost tough. Maybe I overcooked it, actually. But the flavour of the egg was a lot more intense, and I liked how it tasted a lot more - normal hard boiled eggs seem bland in comparison.
I wish I had pictures to put up! I totally forgot. Next time I cook eggs this way I’ll take photos to add to this post :D
I may now need to come up with a new term to describe hard boiled eggs which are not boiled or even all that hard, really :D
“D: … what’s the point of this?
me: It’s just for fun! What’s the point of anything? What’s the point of puppy videos on Youtube???
flatmate: BRINGING JOY TO THE WORLD!”
flatmate, not understanding the concept of rhetorical questions
Mass Effect 3. le boyfriend’s ear.
I would love to have D sitting on the couch next to me while I work. I want to share a bag of chips with him!
Instead he’s too busy busting some alien butt on Mass Effect 3 :(
Gamer boys. Boo.
Totally sliced a bit of my finger off while chopping carrots today. FML it looks super gross. I am NOT looking forward to showering later. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.
LAST EXAM OF THE REST OF MY LIFE IN TWO DAYS
I CAN DO THIS SHIZNIT
“the world of television, of universities, of advertising, of instant communications, made me what I am. It made me a citizen of the great world and it made me a misfit forever.”
Timothy Mo, The Redundancy of Courage
I’ve never been the type to go for the good-looking guy.
I remember my first crush was a short scrawny little ten-year old whom I could beat at arm-wrestling. But he made me laugh, so I liked him, and I doodled pictures of us getting married in my notebooks.
I made him wear a top hat.
I’ve just realised that none of my boyfriends were what I’d call gorgeous, but they were all sweet-natured, and they made me laugh.
the arrogance of love
Beautiful and sweet as this is:
Whenever I read or watch something about people in love, I always always think,
What I have is so much better.
Not in a gloating way, but in a thoughtlessly happy, carefree and deeply thankful way.
“Is that, like, a tumour?”
My horrified flatmate, in response to this
So yeah maybe you’ve noticed I am pretty much nocturnal. Well fuck that because narwhals!
kitchen exploits: no misogynistic jokes please
“Watch the eggplants for me,” I tell my flatmate. “I’m going to make a Tesco run for rocket and sundried tomatoes.”
That’s what happens when you get an inexplicable craving for eggplant salad when you were originally planning on steaming that eggplant Asian-style. You need the stuff that actually makes it a salad. Thank goodness I live so near a supermarket, I literally put the cubed eggplants in the oven, walked to Tesco, got my stuff and came back with plenty of time to turn over the eggplant pieces and prep the rest of the salad. Nyum!
I’ve decided that I live a far too quiet and tame existence. From now on, everyday is going to be an ADVENTUR. Even if said ADVENTUR involves a dinner that risks triggering my smoke detector and stuffing my face with half a can of weirdly flavoured Pringles. Hot & Spicy Pringles, Y U NO HOT OR SPICY? Still super addictive though.
le boyfriend is moving in with me in a few days. I think I will bake him a cake to celebrate and that will be this weekend’s ADVENTUR. Because slaving away in a kitchen might sound tame to you but not when it’s done for love and when the end result is a white chocolate raspberry cheesecake with an oreo crust!