A Celebration of Eggs
“Hope,” said the poet, Emily Dickinson, “is the thing with feathers.” But I think it starts in the shell. Nowhere in the kitchen is there anything more hopeful than an egg. It’s the magic key of ingredients, turning basic blends of flour, salt and baking soda into lofty cakes, adding puff to pancakes, even emulsifying the warring elements of oil and vinegar into one leaf-clinging flavor bomb of vinaigrette. Then there are its star vehicles: the scrambles, the coquettes, the over-easys and the runny toads-in-the-hole. Eggs are my home base, the place where, in my repertoire, hope flies free. Hope is the thing with feathers. Here are my three favorite ways to share it.