The cracking of an egg. A pot of perfectly simmering water, just the exact amount of vinegar to create a tear drop timed exactly. 2mins 22seconds. The beep of the timer, its a fun game to scoop them out, how quickly can one get them before they go over that precise temperature .
Cut the tail with the spoon and lay each one just so, on a cloth over a rack on a tray. Leave it for a few seconds. No-one wants that excess water touching there toast. Theres always that one terrible egg. It didn’t want to play but theres no time for imperfection. Discard the bad egg. Clean that water. Quickly and ever so gently stir the pot and again the cracking of an egg. Oh how easy it is to break and what a joy it is when doing so with only one hand. How many scramble batches did it take to crack an egg in each hand at the same time. How many yolks broken when frying an egg to know just the right amount of force needed to break the shell. there is something so pleasurable so fulfilling in the perfect egg. even more so watching someone admire it, taste it, moved by the skill of what is simply cooking an egg.
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