When I told my mom to "surprise me" on a recent trip to Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, I had no idea she would return with something straight outta Jurassic Park. When I ask to be surprised, I rarely am. I can usually expect some stinky cheese or an interesting vegetable, which are always great, but no, this time she brought home an emu egg, and totally blew my socks off!
I kinda hacked at it with a knife to make a big crack, then cracked it into a large bowl. I whisked it up real good, then ladled some into a pan and scrambled it in individual portions. The yolk seems humongous compared to the white, but maybe that's just me. I put it on toast, then took a massive bite, hoping to squeeze as much emu egg flavor into my mouth as possible. To be honest, I didn't love it, but maybe it's just takes some getting used to. That's not to say it was bad, the egg seemed much creamier and smoother in a sense, than a scrambled chicken egg. The rich, distinguishable flavor of a chicken egg however, just wasn't there. It was blander, and not real "in your face." I am very content with it though, and I better be. There's plenty left over.