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Post by imec on Oct 18, 2009 17:37:30 GMT
I begrudgingly provided some in a pretty little pot (there is NO way I'll have a ketchup bottle on a properly dressed table!).
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2009 17:50:15 GMT
You fool! You were looking for trouble!
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Post by paristraveler on Dec 30, 2009 16:50:35 GMT
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!
I hope I didn't make anyone gag!!
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Post by hwinpp on Jan 5, 2010 10:01:09 GMT
Terrible, terrible, terrible, I can't read on...
Fried egg yolks are meant to be eaten whole, I think it's already mentioned in the OT!
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 5, 2010 16:40:13 GMT
ParisTraveler is correct, and you and your icky male ilk are just yucky with yolks.
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Post by imec on Jan 6, 2010 3:46:04 GMT
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!
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Post by existentialcrisis on Jan 6, 2010 8:48:20 GMT
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.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 6, 2010 8:52:06 GMT
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.
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Post by imec on Jan 7, 2010 2:33:33 GMT
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. Yep - we called the strips of toast "soldiers".
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2010 7:15:45 GMT
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.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 11, 2010 17:54:57 GMT
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....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2010 17:57:43 GMT
I can see the yolk running down your chin.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 11, 2010 23:35:04 GMT
How come there wasn't any bread?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2010 4:26:15 GMT
This place has become overrun with "sandwich makers"!
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Post by Kimby on Jan 12, 2010 17:40:28 GMT
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.)
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 12, 2010 20:59:56 GMT
Gawd knows, I don't have a judgmental bone in my body ( ;D), but I think your plate, your solution, and your explanation belong under "odd table behavior"!
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Post by Kimby on Jan 12, 2010 23:33:29 GMT
Gawd knows, I don't have a judgmental bone in my body ( ;D), 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!)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2010 0:22:17 GMT
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.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 13, 2010 2:59:59 GMT
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.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 18, 2010 15:17:46 GMT
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.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2010 15:44:52 GMT
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.
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Post by fumobici on Jan 21, 2010 18:58:22 GMT
You have to get the camera really close to capture the sound
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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 22, 2010 0:37:18 GMT
Mondo Cane
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Post by Kimby on Jan 26, 2010 17:16:31 GMT
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.
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Post by lagatta on Jan 27, 2010 0:16:34 GMT
kimby, can't you ask for an aisle seat ahead of time?
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Post by fumobici on Jan 27, 2010 0:21:37 GMT
I don't think I've been stuck with a middle seat since I was a child. I won't book a long flight if I can't reserve a seat.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2010 6:06:15 GMT
I'm one of those people who gets the central seat, particularly when flying standby.
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Post by Kimby on Jan 27, 2010 18:29:28 GMT
I don't think I've been stuck with a middle seat since I was a child. I won't book a long flight if I can't reserve a seat. 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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Post by bixaorellana on Jan 27, 2010 21:49:20 GMT
My son, who is a really big man, claims that airline personnel look at him and say, "Wow -- look at those shoulders. Let's stick him in the middle!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2010 21:59:36 GMT
I do have one tiny advantage as an airline employee -- they try to put people like me in exit row seats as though I might know what to do. Not.
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