Saturday morning scrambled eggs
May 31, 2008
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On Saturday mornings I tend to find myself underslept, overcaffinated and scrapping scrambled eggs from the sides of a frying pan while cursing the day my dog was born. I love Lupe five days a week for her role as my toe-licking alarm. How else could a person pleasantly rise at 6am? I stick my right foot out of the sheets and she licks my toes until I laugh myself out of bed. By all accounts, this is a good way to start the workday.
But on a Saturday or Sunday, especially after a night of revelry, it' s difficult for me to sympathize with the fact that the dog does not have a weekend setting. At the same time every day, to the minute, she demands to be fed, walked, pet and fawned over. If this doesn' t happen, she goes right for the things I love best, chewing up the expensive pair of high heals slung by the side of the bed…the corners of my coffee table books… the corner of my coffee table. Bleary eyed I rise, make a pot of coffee, drink it all, and then make a breakfast whose smells will wake up other members of my species who may have slept through the early morning canine whining.
(Lupe at the ready, 6:05am)
But today I was a happy riser, even though the light was still silvery-blue, and even though it was too early to consider turning on the wheezing, rollicking Car Talk, the show that never fails to amuse and awaken. After Lupe' s kibble and my coffee, I spent a considerable amount of time in the kitchen, staring at the greatest present I' ve been given since the gift of life, some 23 years ago.
A copper skillet.
I thought I would have to wait at least another 20 years for my first copper cooking accoutrement. But I am a lucky woman, indeed. Lucky enough to cohabit with a man who likes eggs so much that he bought me a pan that won' t burn them. This Saturday morning scramble was a joy in every sense.
No sticking! No cursing the day the swine got fat! All of the egg-making methods I' ve tried to put into play all these weekend mornings finally resulted in absolute victory. I started by frying the bacon in the skillet. This was the pan' s first glimpse at heat and pig strips, two things it will meet every weekend morning, as long as I live.
Then I poured out most of the fat, but left enough to grease the bottom of the pan. In a little mug I beat the local eggs, mixed them with a teaspoon of lime juice, a tablespoon of whole milk and lots of salt and pepper. All this while a buttered English Muffin browned around the edges in the oven. It was all ready, all at the same time, none of it sticky or burned or unevenly cooked. This copper skillet is magical. I can' t wait to do it all over again tomorrow morning! But now I' m going to nap.
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Thanks for the tip with milk and lemon..that was great