oh how do i love poached eggs.
takes me all the way back to being just a sweet young thing with red hair and buck teeth. i believe we have pictures of me sitting in a high chair eating mushed up poachies (as we called them). my mom used to make them in a plug-in poached egg machine:
and plop them in a cereal bowl and cut up buttered toast into little squares. The poachies would be a little runny and the warm yellow yolk would coat the toast chunks. a sprinkle of crunchy kosher salt would be the cherry on top. i – love – poachies.
so recently, i bought a $20 poachie machine at bed bath body and beyond or whatever that store is called.
so now i can make my own poachies for ROF. in fact i’ve made them many mornings since i got the $20 poachie machine!
but now i make them the grown-up way
on a proper plate with a knife and a fork. we’re real formal round here at the appreciator house.
here are some more glamour shots:
and here is how you make poachies with my pan – love this couple. pretty funny (when he says to her “is using a huge steak knife proper protocol?”)
