FRIDAY FOOD THING
Every once in a while I get to playing around in the kitchen knowing full well that whatever I’m about to concoct may wind up in the garbage can. When I get into one of these playful moods, anything is possible.
Like yesterday.
After having deep-fried some potato wedges (and after dusting them with chopped oregano, Cayenne pepper and onion powder), I decided to plop a raw egg into the 400-degree oil just to see what would happen. Being careful not to splash, I slipped the egg in by sliding it from the safety of a small bowl. I counted to twenty-five and dipped the crispy-edged, dancing amorphous blob from the boiling pit using one of those Asian wok fry-dipper contraptions. I briefly drained the galaxy-shaped egg and plopped it on a piece of English muffin, followed by a sprinkle of salt and pepper.
Soft on the inside, crunchy on the outside. What’s not to like?
