I just soft-boiled some brown not-Ameraucana eggs I had lying around in the fridge as a quasi-midnight snack. I know that means I've eaten lots of eggs today but whatever. It was pretty good, but now I'm also pretty sure I want to scramble my Ameraucana eggs tomorrow instead.

Project "empty out the fridge so I can move to my new apartment" progress is at present purely positive.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're not telling me anything I don't know, Mr. Greenie McCanuck! I made a post about that in this very topic, actually, a while back explaining how I'm aware of the cholesterol but flat out didn't care. :J

People have all sorts of vices, like, in terms of self-destructive behavior—some people smoke, some people drink excessively, some people enjoy banging their head into walls, but I enjoy the fine, fine taste of eggs in its many forms, and between a compulsive wall-banger and an egg cognoscente, well, do I need to say any more?

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Where did you find a Steak Neptune, CB? Those sound so delicious and I really really want to try one now.

I had the usual for breakfast today plus some really really awful generic supermarket bacon that takes pride in being ready to eat within 20 seconds (ew). I'm still in transition-to-new-home-keeping-food-supplies-low mode right now, so I have to get by with this. I'm thinking of heading off for some nice sushi for lunch, though. :9

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Back to the Basics

Okay, so, for the past two days I've been super-busy moving to and from the new apartment. We totally got everything over in the wonderful new place only to find out that the toilet and shower were broken so now I'm back in my grandmother's apartment in Fenway, most of my cooking supplies and herbs and spices gone, and I have to fry my eggs in a mysterious bottle of canola oil that just suddenly appeared on my kitchen counter and season only with salt from an adorable diner-style saltshaker hiding away in the cupboards.

The eggs were fried on a cold pan over medium low heat until the egg whites started to turn white and then salted and then the heat was turned to medium high until the eggs started sizzling and I let it sizzle for a while before I turned it back down to medium. I had sausages, too, which were made in a pot, the only thing I really had around to fry it with, and then after all the water evaporated, they were transferred to the now-empty omelet pan and fried in the leftover canola oil for a nice brown exterior.

The faint flavor of canola oil isn't appealing to everyone, but to me, it's reminiscent of summers in Cape Cod when our then-vacation home only stocked canola oil for frying. The texture of the finished product is ever-so-slightly different from the texture of my new oil friends sunflower and safflower. Moreover, it's been just too long since I've had eggs with salt and nothing else and the pure, unadulterated flavor of eggs is very much something to be enjoyed.

So here we are going back to the basics, away from the sunny side eggs fried in safflower oil and generously seasoned with chives, paprika, ground black pepper and sea salt and maybe soy sauce. My days in a lakeside cottage in Cape Cod were almost universally awful and filled with bugs but they were saved by wonderfully delicious food. Food out there tasted better for some reason. Perhaps canola oil is the reason why.

On my mind: “No Dancing” by Elvis Costello

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Half of it is so I can show off my flowery diction. :J

I went to a local place called Tasty Burger again and got a Gorgonzola burger. Pretty great stuff!

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It's what you get for not hanging out with me just because of the silly strike. :J

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