mr. eggs, ft. parmigiano
i’ve never thought of putting eggs on parmigiano…oops haha, did i say eggs ‘on’ parmigiano? i meant parmigiano on eggs. silly me. a very special and caring person in my life, one that i adore*, prepared this special feast of feats (not feets) of strength for me during the wee** hours of the morning, prior to us starting work (we work at the same place). she humanely beat the eggs with a dull fork, and added some delicious heavy cream to the beaten eggs. by heavy, i mean the cream was in a large container and it was quite heavy to lift. it was also heavy in thickness/viscosity. the mix was already zabaglione-like without the sugar, which would be gross to make scrambled eggs with sugar….or would it? zabaglione, for you non-asian, i mean non-italian out there, zabaglione is whipped egg and sugar and sometimes cream. it’s delicious. try it with coffee. lets get back on track, you all know how to get me going on some tangent don’t you? if you have trouble staying focused on one brkfst at a time, contact me, there is a support group that meets every third leap year of the full moon that is happening now march 19th, 2011…go figure. the mix of eggs and cream was poured into a sauce pan and baked. the mix went smooth and creamy and even more delicious. when the eggs were cooked and still slightly runny, the parmigiano was sprinkled delicately on top of the eggs, much the same way a gorilla smashes a bug crawling towards it. i’ve never tasted such elegance and formalness in a brkfst in my life. my taste buds tingled, and my mouth quivered. tears came flooding to my eyes, whether it was the smell of the parmigiano first thing in the morning, or the brkfst, i cannot tell, but i will say this, brkfst is a good time.
and now young brkfst fans, crimestoppers, and steve martin, i bid you adieu and adios and say good bye and until tomorrow. or the next day.
good evening.
*by adore, i mean my girlfriend threatened to harm my very existence if i did not acknowledge the delicious brkfst she had made me. so here it is, a tribute, homage if you will, to one lip smacking meal.
**by wee hours, i mean around 9:45 am…it’s pretty early no?
