Wednesday, 2 September 2015

A post without a picture

I made scrambled egg for my dinner today. I hadn't made scrambled egg for years, and in any case it had never turned out well when I did. So why today? Well, mainly because I have this addiction to 1920s/30s-set crime novels, whether written then or set then, and it seems that your 1920s/30s murderers, victims, jewel thieves and amateur detectives all like to tuck into scrambled egg for breakfast (never cooked by themselves naturally).

It has to be admitted that I am very suggestible when it comes to food in books - I discovered my favourite recipe (lemon and oregano chicken traybake - can't remember how to link from my tablet) when I was reading an Ann Cleeves book in which a character was cooking a mediterranean lemon chicken dish, the very thought of which made me peckish, which led me to Google recipes.

So tonight, scrambled egg. Partly I wanted to make it because it had never been a success before, and I don't know what I did right tonight but it was perfect.  Don't listen to people who say it needs to be made with full-fat milk or (bleurgh) cream - I used skimmed milk because that's the milk we use, and it worked perfectly well. I think the trick is to stir the egg constantly. Damn, now I'm hungry again!


Mrs. Micawber said...

I love scrambled eggs. AND Golden Age detective novels. :) (In fact I eat scrambled eggs almost every morning for breakfast. I don't use any added liquid - my technique is to take them off the heat after a few stirs, stir gently a few more times, then fold it into a pile while the curds are still large and slightly wet-looking. If you get the timing right they are creamy and amazing. Also very good with shredded cheese and chopped fresh herbs folded in.)

In one of the Lord Peter Wimsey novels his valet proposes to give him "buttered eggs" for breakfast. I don't know what those are but they sound delicious....

ellen said...

Just found you through the lovely person who commented above..Sue..what a special friend she has been.
I love eggs any which way but raw. When I was very little, apparently I would scream when I heard an egg crack. Soft boiled eggs in a cup with soldiers to dip in it. Yummm.
You do have a lovely spot here and am glad to have landed here.
Wishing warm thoughts to you for a splendid September. She can be just so splendid.