OK, I am going to have to describe the way I learned to eat sunny side up eggs with a gooey yolk from watching my mom. This involves two pieces of toast. And either one or two softly-fried eggs. You tear one piece of toast into two pieces and, if you have two eggs, use each half to carefully sop up the yolks with that piece of toast. When the yolks are gone, lay both egg whites onto the second piece of toast, take a knife and fold the second piece of toast over the whites and eat the rest as a delicious, drippy egg sandwich! If you are lucky enough to have some bacon or sausage available at this point, fold it into the eggs, too! Yummy!
When the yolks are gone, lay both egg whites onto the second piece of toast, take a knife and fold the second piece of toast over the whites and eat the rest as a delicious, drippy egg sandwich!
Hey, casimira! Get a load of this... another sandwich maker. paristraveller, I take my hat off to you!
Does anyone do this? When I was a kid my mom would make soft boiled eggs, set them in their little holders with the tops chopped off, and provide toast sliced into strips to dip into the soft yolk. I never ate the white ... I still don't like egg white much. I can only eat a whole fried egg if combined with toast, meat, hashbrowns.
When I was a kid and I'd get a slice of chocolate cake, I would eat most of the cake first, leaving the icing, including the strip in the middle of the slice. Then I would enjoy the icing with just a little bit of cake.
When I was a kid and I'd get a slice of chocolate cake, I would eat most of the cake first, leaving the icing, including the strip in the middle of the slice. Then I would enjoy the icing with just a little bit of cake.
I still do it sometimes. It's important to have all your food come out "right". You have to really plan how you attack a steak, for instance, in order to make sure you have one bite that perfect in form and texture for the last bite.
Does anyone do this? When I was a kid my mom would make soft boiled eggs, set them in their little holders with the tops chopped off, and provide toast sliced into strips to dip into the soft yolk.
I am glad to be an early riser, because I was quite certain that none of my colleagues woud be at breakfast at 6:30. I consider breakfast to be a very intimate meal (which a lot of people eat in their underwear, albeit not in hotels) that I hate to eat with strangers or near strangers, because one is generally more fragile at that time of day and you can get disgusted by what the other people are doing just as you can disgust others.
This is particularly true, in my case, of the English breakfast, one of the most abominable ordeals of human civilization. At the buffet, I am always attracted by the unusual and the unknown, and I often regret it. Even worse is what looks familiar and comforting and then turns out to be something else in your mouth. While I believe that my expression remains stoic while eating this stuff (because I do eat it -- I was taught to finish what I put on my plate!), my inner self is contorting my face into a reasonable impression of Mr. Bean.
Sausages -- they look appealing (although I hate such things for breakfast, this is England, so...), but once in my mouth ---*gag!*-- what are they made out of? A tiny bit of meat by-products and some sort of gelatinous starchy filler. I should have learned this by now because British sausages are not allowed to be sold in France becausse they do not respect the definition of "sausage." Then there was (Canadian) bacon -- my god, do they keep this stuff in a salt barrel? Not to mention a consistency closer to jerky than to meat. As for the poached egg on toast, that was hard to get down -- slightly lukewarm egg on cold toast. *urp* There were a few French-looking mini pastries -- pain aux raisins, pain au chocolat. What a fraud -- both were filled with English custard! Talk about a Trojan horse! As for the grilled tomatoes, one wonders from which hydroponic laboratory they were delivered. Thank god I did not take any slices of blood pudding...
I called it quits after that, happy that no one had "shared" my meal with me.
We just returned from a ski trip in which we stayed at a lodge with a large buffet breakfast included in the price. Normally I can't even face food in the morning, and wouldn't eat until after 2 cups of coffee, around 10 a.m. And even then, just a cup of yogurt, usually.
But with a cold, active day ahead, I "forced" myself to partake: I had an egg every morning, but skipped the omelettes to order. Bacon, for sure, 3 or 4 strips. Shouldn't have tried the sausage - ick, for the same reasons as Kerouac's post.
There was also lots of "fresh" (flown in) fruit, yogurt, choices of pancakes, french toast, biscuits and gravy, "chicken fried steak".... It was hard not to overeat.
My odd table behavior involved the fried eggs. I don't really like the yokes too runny, but they were, and with no toast to soak it up, I cut the egg in half and folded it over on itself, making a sort of egg sandwich without any bread. Sliced this into bite-sized bits to eat it. It worked pretty well.
Sure wish I could have some more of that bacon, though....
There actually WAS bread, and rolls and muffins and french toast, etc. But I'm not a fan of bread (commercially baked bread anyway) and with my plate piled so high with four pieces of bacon, a hot-dog-sized sausage (ugh), fruit and the loosely-fried egg, I could hardly justify getting up to get MORE food.
(I belong to the clean plate club - another odd table behavior - so I try not to put anything on my plate that I can't fit into my stomach.)
Gawd knows, I don't have a judgmental bone in my body ( ), but I think your plate, your solution, and your explanation belong under "odd table behavior"!
Gawd knows, I don't have a judgmental bone in my body ( ), but I think your plate, your solution, and your explanation belong under "odd table behavior"!
and isn't that where they are? ('course they could go under food abominations, too!)
On airplanes, people do absolutely incredible things with their food, but I'm not sure if it's a case of "anything goes at 10,000 meters" or if these people behave that way at home. Of course the fact that it is one of the only places except for school cafeterias of olden days where you are presented with a surprise meal in which you had no real choice may be considered to be a mitigating circumstance.
Just pulling your leg, Kimby, although my compulsiveness would have forced me to have bread to sop that egg, no matter what.
Luckily for the squeamish, soon alarming acts on airline aliments will be a thing of the past. The greedy bastards are no longer "giving" us meals, not on domestic flights, at any rate.
I hope everyone here is happy. Twice recently I've had eggs and toast and was distracted from my usual pleasure in them because this thread has made me self-conscious about how I eat them.
I think that perhaps it would be best to make a video of yourself eating eggs and then we can make a poll or something. I'm sure that HW will be happy to slurp some whole yolks for us as well.
On airplanes, people do absolutely incredible things with their food, but I'm not sure if it's a case of "anything goes at 10,000 meters" or if these people behave that way at home. Of course the fact that it is one of the only places except for school cafeterias of olden days where you are presented with a surprise meal in which you had no real choice may be considered to be a mitigating circumstance.
Since I'm usually stuck in the middle seat, I find my eating style on airplanes to be extremely cramped. Try eating with your elbows pinned to your ribcage! And wearing clothes that you cannot afford to spill on, since you have a limited supply to last your whole trip. You pick up your plastic tray and shovel it directly into your mouth. I do NOT eat that way at home however.
kimby, can't you ask for an aisle seat ahead of time?
Well, my travel companion, Mr. Kimby, is a window seat fan, so unless there's a 2-seat outside row, odds are I'll be in the middle seat, if I want to sit with him. Even if we book aisle and window in the same row, planes are usually so full that someone ends up getting seated between us and I end up offering him the aisle seat so I can be next to my sweetie. Who carries our lunch in his daypack.
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), but I think your plate, your solution, and your explanation belong under "odd table behavior"!