Experimental food night! XD
Some evenings I eat a dinner a monk'd be right at home with. Or a nun, I guess... A piece of cheese, some plain bread and a piece of fruit. Other nights I glory in being extravagant with home-made soup or a lovely stilton-and-smoked-oysters feast with fresh steamed veggies. It varies; depends on how tired I am, what kind of mood I'm in.... Lots of evenings I'm perfectly willing to settle for a sandwich, a Nuke 'em Low-Cal Nasty or last night's leftovers, or if I'm ambitious I'll cook curry or beef-stew or crab fu yong or...
Tonight for whatever reason, I wanted deviled eggs. Now, I used to utterly loath the things; I dislike the taste of mayonaise, so I wouldn't touch 'em. Then a few years ago I helped out setting up a wedding, and I was hungry and there were these extra deviled eggs in the kitchen and everybody was snacking on 'em, and.... Anyway, they'd been made using ranch dressing instead of mayonaise. BING! I ate tons. So every now and then I get experimental and try some warped version of deviled eggs using whatever I've got on hand.
So: I boiled up three eggs (just cooking for me tonight; Icka's hibernating somewhere) and cooled 'em a bit, then split them and scooped out the yolks; then I poked around a bit in the fridge. No ranch dressing, but hey, Bleu Cheese! Right! And some mustard and some Worcestershire Sauce! I squashed up the eggs, added a ton of Bleu Cheese and a bit of everything else, tasted... hmmm. Okay, more Bleu Cheese, more Wooster Sauce. Eventually things tasted right and I scraped the goo into a zip-loc baggie, squashed it some more, bit off the bottom corner and piped it into the hollowed out half-eggs.
Just now ate 'em. They were, if I say so myself, excellent.
So I think I've invented Blue Eggs. Properly I guess they'd be 'Bleu Eggs', but whatever... Tasty! ^___^
Okay, somewhat pointless post, but I felt like writing one. You may all go back to whatever you were doing now. **wanders off to make tea**
Tonight for whatever reason, I wanted deviled eggs. Now, I used to utterly loath the things; I dislike the taste of mayonaise, so I wouldn't touch 'em. Then a few years ago I helped out setting up a wedding, and I was hungry and there were these extra deviled eggs in the kitchen and everybody was snacking on 'em, and.... Anyway, they'd been made using ranch dressing instead of mayonaise. BING! I ate tons. So every now and then I get experimental and try some warped version of deviled eggs using whatever I've got on hand.
So: I boiled up three eggs (just cooking for me tonight; Icka's hibernating somewhere) and cooled 'em a bit, then split them and scooped out the yolks; then I poked around a bit in the fridge. No ranch dressing, but hey, Bleu Cheese! Right! And some mustard and some Worcestershire Sauce! I squashed up the eggs, added a ton of Bleu Cheese and a bit of everything else, tasted... hmmm. Okay, more Bleu Cheese, more Wooster Sauce. Eventually things tasted right and I scraped the goo into a zip-loc baggie, squashed it some more, bit off the bottom corner and piped it into the hollowed out half-eggs.
Just now ate 'em. They were, if I say so myself, excellent.
So I think I've invented Blue Eggs. Properly I guess they'd be 'Bleu Eggs', but whatever... Tasty! ^___^
Okay, somewhat pointless post, but I felt like writing one. You may all go back to whatever you were doing now. **wanders off to make tea**