Eggs and I used to have a love-hate relationship. Some mornings they went down no problem. Others, not so much. I’d think about the lives that could have been.
Then I was told two eggs a day does more than a multivitamin. So I had to find a version I would actually eat every day.
I’ve never met anyone who makes a French omelette or a soft scramble every single morning. If you know that person, introduce me.
After a lot of trial and error, I realized it was all texture. A certain kind of wet and I couldn’t even look at them. This is the version I want every morning. Soft, fluffy, somehow still moist without being runny. When you pull them off the pan you’ll swear it’s more than two eggs.
I go to bed with a smile knowing I get them in the morning. Thanks, Big Egg.