When confronted by such a sight, first thoughts might be "shell colour doesn't matter". After all, it's the egg inside that counts. The one on the left isn't much larger. It just wears its eggcup better - round the hips, rather than round the stomach. Anyhow, we already know from Haalo's world-famous post that size doesn't really matter. It's what you do with it that counts. In Haalo's case it was a ham, cheese, tomato and rocket omelette.
Some are lucky enough to get laid by very special geese, others have to settle for being laid by common or garden chickens. In this case, both were laid by "free-range hens" and were bought in the same local supermarket. The one on the left came from a box labelled "Mabel Pearman's Burford Browns free range Cotswold eggs" and the one on the right from a box labelled "Six free range eggs". I didn't touch either of them up. Honest. A few pence extra to experience the one on the left. It doesn't really matter how you consume it, so long as it's with passion. Enough said.
2007 and moved to Spain, where I trained in Barcelona at Carles Abellan's Comerç 24 (which won its first Michelin star) and Martín Beresategui's Lasarte (which won its second Michelin star) and was chef de partie and later Pastry Chef to Paco Morales at the amazing hotel restaurant Ferrero in the Valèncian mountains. This Spring I returned to London as part of the team of celebrated Portuguese chef Nuno Mendes, opening East End restaurant Viajante. I'm still working with food, but taking a break from fine dining. Passionately pursuing my life-long ambition to become a top-class chef and, one day, a world-famous restaurateur.
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Those eggcups are adorable. But those eggs are too raw for me-- I like them well-done. Oh well, looks great. One time, I had to take care of my uncle's chickens for a week-- they laid small, brown eggs but tasted the same as the large X-Large eggs at the supermarket. Eggs are eggs-- to me at least. :<
I havent had a boiled egg for eons - they look perfect to me. I also feel quite chuffed that the Burford Browns are the ones I always buy (unless I see some for sale at the farm gate just down the road).
I am loving those egg-cups! And I'm loving those runny yolks. I've been told that there are few things better than an egg layed and eaten the same morning. Unfortunately it's not something I've had yet, but I intend to one day!
I knew you'd buy the Burford Browns Andrew, knowing you shop in Waitrose regularly. They may be great eggs but they are still supermarket eggs. The best egg I've ever eaten was at Cyrus Todiwala's Cafe Spice Namasté while training there a couple of years ago.
Forgot to add that Cyrus told us he sourced his eggs from some tiny farm somewhere (south-west I think) that also supplies several top restaurants. The flavour difference was something amazing.
i'd have to disagree here, karen, all eggs are not created equal... and they certainly don't taste the same!!! my favourite eggs these days (and i don't care about foodmiles if they taste THAT good) come from Italy and I buy them at my local sicilian delicatessen. they taste almost like the ones from my gran's who used to feed them, lovingly, with maize and egg shells every day. yum!
I don't know. The one time I write a tongue-in-cheek homage to other food bloggers - full of double-entendre - and I get nothing but serious comments! It must be February.
I still love the eggcups ;)
Thanks Haalo.
The egg cups were made by a neighbour who is a professional potter. I can arrange delivery of similar at about $40US the pair plus postage for anyone who wants them.
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