Further Eggsperimentation

It's often the things that are the most pedestrian that impress me the most. Running water amazes me. How they get water from the Delaware river to my house to come out in a thick stream with a turn of a faucet, is beyond me. On a more food related note, eggs astound me. Maybe I talk too much about eggs on this blog, but they never cease to amaze me. They're so innocent, so nonchalant in their shells, almost as if they wish to hide the powers lurking within. Previously if someone asked me my favorite food, I would respond with foie gras, partly because I love it, but also partly to show off. My love for foie gras hasn't diminished, but my need to show off my food knowledge has passed. With its subtle, pedestrian charm, and extreme versatility, the egg has claimed its rightful spot as my favorite food.

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.