They’re an egg-nigma, which is exactly what I would say if I was a really stupid ‘Batman’ villain…
So I forgot to get eggs when I went shopping over the weekend, which in one sense was fine; after all, I had a carton of egg whites in he fridge. I am rarely found without a carton of egg whites on hand, presumably to add heft to my usual two-egg breakfast and to hopefully help to offset the horrifically toxic nature of egg yolks, as I am given to understand that the yolk is the most evil and dangerous part of the egg.
Now, then: In this scenario, where I am out of eggs, egg whites from the carton must be used in their place.
This, of course, limits my options severely.
As it happens, scrambled is my default when it comes to eggs; this is not so much a preference as it is a function of having older pans that no longer have stick-free surfaces.
No matter what the plan was at the outset, things generally tend to default to scrambled.
And so we come to the great mystery of eggs, which is that they can really only be defined as eggs in the way we think of them if there is a yolk. And this seems logical when you see it in print like that, but considering how badly egg yolks have been vilified the past few years (Vegan Living Monthly recently described them as “deadlier than ISIS” in a controversial article that somehow got WAY off message), I think people need a reminder.
When you are reduced to nothing but whites, you essentially have two options: scrambled, or an omelette. And if you’re reluctant for whatever reason to add a filling to your eggs, that drops your options down to one.
Look at what you’re missing out on: you can’t poach them. You can’t go over easy. Sunny side up? No can do! Hard boiled? How the fuck would that even work?
It wouldn’t, that’s how.
Respect the yolk, is what I’m saying…
Pryorball. 