Finally some hope that spring is on its way. This winter has been so incredibly nasty. Just last week we had negative wind chills again. At last the snow was melting and it was warm enough to open windows for a while (nearly 50 F). The nicest day of the year, so far.
Anyway. I made egg salad. Not for myself. I’m as vegan as ever. But I came into possession of some chicken eggs, not commercial chicken eggs and I’m pretty sure the chickens are as happy as chickens can be. Which is to say that I appreciate the gift of eggs even though I don’t eat them myself. And Papa Miao, being vegetarian but subjected to a mostly vegan diet, enjoys eggs very much. His arm is broken so I have to make the eggs for him. I fried some and scrambled some others – the scrambled eggs actually turned out as an egg pancake. I guess I need to practice the scrambling part, but that’s another issue. French toast is also within my repertoire. And for reasons related to Doctor Who, I’d really like to try my hand at a souffle, but that seems like too extreme a sacrifice of effort for something I wouldn’t eat.
Back to the egg salad. I was advised that egg salad is a good way to use a larger number of eggs, and it just so happens that Papa Miao loves things with mayonnaise (whereas I could never stand it, something about its sliminess). So I boiled the eggs (possibly for the first time in my life) after gathering advice from online and from my grandmother. It seemed to be going well, until I tried to peel them. Who would have thought that peeling eight hard boiled eggs could be so frustrating and time-consuming? And then there was the smell. The stench. Papa Miao thought they smelled okay, so it could just be me, but I’m pretty sure I over-boiled the eggs. I have since read more than I ever wanted to know about how to easily peel hard boiled eggs, something about putting them in cold water right after they’ve boiled, and maybe cracking them? Not sure about that bit, because it seems the eggs would be too hot to crack at that point, except maybe with a hammer.
Papa Miao assures me that the end result was tasty.
He still has a bunch of eggs left, so my adventures in non-vegan cooking haven’t ended quite yet.
I am signed up for the CSA again this year. It will be even more of a challenge because it will be divided between two people, not four this time. But last summer I had to buy stuff to supplement my share, and I want to freeze and dehydrate some things to use later in the year. We shall see.