Experimenting with eggs

I decided to try an egg preparation I've seen a few videos about online. It seemed simple enough, looked like it might be fun and interesting, and it's eggs, so it's gonna taste good, right?

First thing to do was to separate some eggs. Since I'm me, I naturally broke one of the yolks. Incidentally, I also knocked my bowl of egg whites over and lost some of that, too. I kind of suck at some of this.

Anyway, step 2 is to beat the egg whites into a meringue. It took for-fucking-ever because I was doing it by hand with a whisk. I have an electric mixer, but I couldn't find the beaters to put on it. That was infuriating. The whisking was exhausting. Altogether, not a fun time. I also put a bit of salt and also some sugar into the eggs. That's supposed to help something.

So next you spoon that meringue onto a pan. That part was easy.

All that's left is putting your egg yolk on top. I also ground some black pepper on top because pepper is great on eggs. All you've gotta do is put the pan in the oven at 350 until the meringue is browned a bit on top and it's done.

I got bored while the eggs were baking, so I decided to do something stupid. I mixed that broken yolk into the leftover meringue with some black pepper.

I took a small pot, added some water, and got it boiling. I poured in a little vinegar, got the water swirling, and poured my horrific concoction into the middle. I mean, I've never heard of anyone poaching scrambled meringue, so why not give it a shot, right?

Well, while that pot of shit was cooking, the original plan was finished in the oven, so I pulled them out. It took way too much effort to scrape them off the foil without destroying them; I need to oil/grease/butter it first next time.

So the end result wasn't bad. I probably shouldn't have added sugar to the meringue; the sweetness was a little off-putting but wasn't too terrible. Meanwhile, the poached scrambled meringue was...interesting? Like, it tasted okay, but the texture was just weird. Paradoxical, even. It was dense, yet light. It's been over 24 hours since I ate it, and I still don't know what I think about it, which means I'm gonna have to try it again sometime because self-loathing.

But hey, that's why we try weird shit ideas sometimes. You never know what's gonna happen.

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