A post with no advice.
I’m enjoying Julia Child’s My Life in France.
This morning I tried making scrambled eggs as directed by Julia’s instructor at Le Cordon Bleu. I stirred the raw eggs together gently and poured them into a buttered pan set to low. I waited three minutes, at which point Julia indicated the eggs would form a custard consistency. Well, three minutes on my electric stove set on low did nothing to these eggs.
I set the timer for another three minutes. While I waited, I pulled out Joy of Cooking and compared their scrambled eggs directions to Julia’s. Both say to use low heat; Joy says to beat the eggs more. Joy discusses the eggs’ forming “creamy curds,” which kind of grosses me out.
Three more minutes were up, and I stirred the slightly-cooked eggs around, keeping them on low. It would be a while. Good things come to those who wait.
I wandered over to my laptop, clicking to Pinterest. Isn’t this dress lovely? I got disgusted with all the many many “how-to’s” and “improve your life in five easy steps” pins. How many of these people really know what they’re talking about? And if they do, are they really saying anything new? I had a revelation that I don’t want to be a blogger with a bunch of “how-to” lists and Pinterest-y graphics. I kind of always knew that but now I really know it. I might do a graphic here or there when the mood strikes, or a how-to when I really and truly know how-to something. But . . .
Oh yeah my eggs.
They had hardened into a solid sheet, a rubbery egg pancake. Julia and Joy would put aside their differences and unanimously disapprove.
I chopped the eggs into chunks and ate them, thankful for all the butter I had used.
No how-to’s on scrambled eggs here!