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As I was finishing cooking last night, B started getting agitated. "I need to see my RAST test!" he spat our. "Where is my RAST test? What did I get on egg on it?"
"I don't know," I told him. "Mom has your RAST test results online and she isn't here yet."
The RAST test is a blood test for food allergies. It's more accurate than the scratch test but it isn't particularly accurate. His number on almonds, for example, is high, but he's always eaten almonds just fine. He gets a RAST test every year, and you look at his score this year and compare it to last year on each food. If it's gone down a significant amount, you try it. His milk was down a lot this year, but when I snuck some yogurt in a smoothie, he felt bad right away.
I was making crunchy potatoes for dinner, and that means over-easy eggs for me and E and R, tofu with fresh turmeric for B. This is one of our favorite dinners. B has always seemed happy with the tofu. He hadn't mentioned anything to me about wanting to try egg, but when E came in the door he accosted her and shoved the computer at her.
"What is this?" he exclaimed. "I'm not allergic to almonds! Where is the egg? Why is there egg white? What am I supposed to do with this?" He jumped around the kitchen.
"Do you want me to make you an egg or not?" I asked.
"Do it," he said.
"I'm going to put it on a separate plate."
I had exactly six eggs - two for E, two for me, one for R and the one for B. I make great over-easy eggs. I learned how from my dad. My brother makes great eggs, too. It's a family tradition, and I made this egg for B as beautifully as I know how.
At the table, B looked at the little plate with the egg. "How are you supposed to eat this thing?" he asked.
"Break open the yolk and get some of it on a piece of potato," I told him. These are eggs from our chickens, with yolks so gold they are orange. they are thick and creamy and so deep as superior to grocery store eggs as a homemade cake is to a Twinkie.
"Oh my god, what IS that!" he said after he tasted it.
I can't imagine eating my first over easy egg at the age of 14. B's palate is fully developed and sophisticated. He knows how to taste subtle nuances and he has a good sense of when flavors are unbalanced. I can't imagine what it was like for him to eat a perfectly-cooked over-easy egg laid by a backyard chicken.
I ate my own eggs, trying to taste them as B must be, with all of the happy eating noises he was making. "How is this so delicious?" he asked. "What does this taste like?"
It tastes like nothing B has ever eaten before. He felt fine, but he didn't finish the egg either.
"Just eat that one little bit," I told him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a little bit of yolk cooked into the white, but the yolk is still soft," I said. "It's the best little bit."
"I don't know," I told him. "Mom has your RAST test results online and she isn't here yet."
The RAST test is a blood test for food allergies. It's more accurate than the scratch test but it isn't particularly accurate. His number on almonds, for example, is high, but he's always eaten almonds just fine. He gets a RAST test every year, and you look at his score this year and compare it to last year on each food. If it's gone down a significant amount, you try it. His milk was down a lot this year, but when I snuck some yogurt in a smoothie, he felt bad right away.
I was making crunchy potatoes for dinner, and that means over-easy eggs for me and E and R, tofu with fresh turmeric for B. This is one of our favorite dinners. B has always seemed happy with the tofu. He hadn't mentioned anything to me about wanting to try egg, but when E came in the door he accosted her and shoved the computer at her.
"What is this?" he exclaimed. "I'm not allergic to almonds! Where is the egg? Why is there egg white? What am I supposed to do with this?" He jumped around the kitchen.
"Do you want me to make you an egg or not?" I asked.
"Do it," he said.
"I'm going to put it on a separate plate."
I had exactly six eggs - two for E, two for me, one for R and the one for B. I make great over-easy eggs. I learned how from my dad. My brother makes great eggs, too. It's a family tradition, and I made this egg for B as beautifully as I know how.
At the table, B looked at the little plate with the egg. "How are you supposed to eat this thing?" he asked.
"Break open the yolk and get some of it on a piece of potato," I told him. These are eggs from our chickens, with yolks so gold they are orange. they are thick and creamy and so deep as superior to grocery store eggs as a homemade cake is to a Twinkie.
"Oh my god, what IS that!" he said after he tasted it.
I can't imagine eating my first over easy egg at the age of 14. B's palate is fully developed and sophisticated. He knows how to taste subtle nuances and he has a good sense of when flavors are unbalanced. I can't imagine what it was like for him to eat a perfectly-cooked over-easy egg laid by a backyard chicken.
I ate my own eggs, trying to taste them as B must be, with all of the happy eating noises he was making. "How is this so delicious?" he asked. "What does this taste like?"
It tastes like nothing B has ever eaten before. He felt fine, but he didn't finish the egg either.
"Just eat that one little bit," I told him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a little bit of yolk cooked into the white, but the yolk is still soft," I said. "It's the best little bit."