Poached Eggs

I was thinking my fondness for poached eggs came from the breakfasts I used to enjoy with a friend. After I left work, but before I left the city, we would meet for breakfast, before she went to the office.

We had the same thing every time, poached eggs on toast, with bacon.

I always thought there was a knack for making a good poached egg, so never attempted to make them at home.

So many restaurants offer an all day breakfast, and I've usually ordered scrambled eggs, until recently. Out with another friend, I threw caution to the wind, and decided to try poached eggs for a change, and they were excellent.

Last night I made a corned beef hash, and it needed a poached egg to make it complete. I remembered that another friend had given me two silicone cup things, for making poached eggs. They float in the boiling water, and you can put the lid on the pot, lower the heat and cook them to your desired level of doneness.

And they worked great. I added a touch of butter to the cup, and when it was melted, the egg. The cup floated, and never tilted even when the water boiled.

Dinner was very good, if I do say so myself. But today I had other memories coming back.

My Mom had an egg poacher that had four metal cups that sat in a frame in a special pan. You filled the pan with some water, added the rack, added some butter to each individual cup (before the nonstick era) and then the egg.

I also remembered that my grandmother made my grandfather a poached egg on toast every morning for his breakfast. I can picture him sitting at the table in their place in Florida, having his breakfast.

I'm adding poached eggs to my list of favorites, my list of comfort foods, there are just too many good memories associated with them.