No, Yul Brynner was not in this.
It’s about a quote I read in the September issue of O.
“Eggs are the little black dress of your kitchen- sophisticated and simple, versatile and tasteful!”
That if I’m at the helm, it doesn’t matter if you ask for them fried, poached or over easy, they will ultimately come out scrambled, like my brain, my pal Camille always says.
I do like them soft-boiled splashing over toast the way my mother made them when I was small, a way to get me to eat them.
And of course without eggs, one couldn’t make an angel food cake, my favorite dessert in the whole world, French toast, meringue, bernaise or a first class meatloaf even though I no longer eat meat. But alas, a girl still remembers.
How could a naughty kid attack the unexpected passerby if he didn’t have eggs to throw or pelt against passing cars. Yes, I did that and was almost caught by a man that looked an awful like Johnny Carson, but not as funny. And what would we dye on Easter pray tell…golf balls?
So I’m thinking, I’ll slip on one of my little black numbers then go have an egg or two, in an omelet perhaps, or a couple soft-boiled splashing over toast…