There are a couple of reputable ways to prepare eggs. Poached. Hardboiled. Stop there. If you scramble them with mushrooms and mayonnaise and God knows what else, and make something that Pepito would leave in the toilet you’re not invited over. And THIS is an atrocity. Excuse me while I go vomit.
The loveliest preparation you can bestow upon an egg is to devil him. Deviled eggs are beautiful and a cinch to eat. Which is important, because when I’m dressed in a fabulous ball gown and a corset that is breaking my ribs, I want something easy. The party should be fun.
Last weekend, after I got so excited about summer that I broke through a wall, I decided to head up to Couleurs Provence and poke around, because they often have amazing finds and I’m a girl that likes a deal. Um, score. Look at this stunning, antique Limoges platter? I’m throwing a little fête this evening, and will be waltzing all over the place with this baby. Eggs Mimosa* for all.
That’s all there is. There isn’t any more.
xx, Madeline
* In France, we call them Eggs Mimosa, because mimosa is a beautiful word, plus it makes an absolutely delicious cocktail at 9:00 in the morning.
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Pepito’s got some gastrointestinal problems.
July 8, 2014 at 8:06 pmLove, he’s got a lot of problems. But my torero makes up for it in bed.
July 8, 2014 at 8:52 pmSuper amusant!
July 8, 2014 at 9:15 pmBridgette, my life is crazy. And funny. At times.
July 8, 2014 at 9:55 pmScrambled eggs is just a ploy to get me to eat awful things like kale and leeks. Not interested.
July 9, 2014 at 9:23 amAndrea, the phrase “Now with KALE!” should be replaced with “America the MISGUIDED.”
July 9, 2014 at 9:46 amYet another reason why France is superior.
July 9, 2014 at 11:50 amSo, certainly kale is out of favor, but you must take responsibility for poutine.
No contest.
Hugs,
July 9, 2014 at 7:22 pmM
Melissa, Quebec AND America can get better.
July 9, 2014 at 8:36 pm