Yes, I am almost 40 and I have had a strange relationship with eggs for most of my life. There were periods of complete avoidance as they disgusted me at all turns. This changed throughout my life in different phases. I know which restaurants are safe for ordering certain styles of eggs and which are to be avoided at all costs. I have also grown up a bit and am venturing into egg cooking methods I wouldn't have bothered with as a kid. As a kid I would envy the enthusiasm in which people would dunk their toast in the golden flowing river of yolk...but not enough to get past the white. Eeewww. My nephew was visiting once and we realized that we were simpatico with eggs...he liked only the white while I preferred the dipping. We would share. All of the years later I become friends with the egg. I make all sorts of things with them. Our house is no stranger to the quiche or frittata. I have embraced deviled eggs as well as egg salad. I still can't get past a hard boiled egg on its own but I will sneak it into a salad if the dressing is good.
The fried egg white has always been on "ban" mode...until now. I threw a little salt and pepper on it and scooped it up onto my rye toast and sure enough it wasn't that bad. I know it holds less fat and lots of protein compared to its yellow partner so I thought I should go for it. Now, I'm not promising anything about my future and the devouring of the whites but though this might sound simple enough as a new thing it is actually quite momentous. It's another one of those moments when you realize you can be different if you just decide to be. I don't like being held back by what "always was" a certain way. I have the power to change things. It's just an egg white on a plate but it's an even bigger shift in the paradigm in my life. I guess that leaves the poached egg. Let's not get crazy, people!
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