Dropped Egg on Toast

Last week when Owen was sick for several days I kept repeating, "I will not get it, I will not get it, I will not get it." HA! Who the fuck was I kidding?

I got it.

I had bought our first asparagus of the season in order to make an appetizer to bring to my friend Sasha's appetizer party on Saturday. However by the time I finished work on Saturday I knew I had to just head home and skip the party even though I had been looking forward to it. Sigh.

So last night when I peered in the refrigerator to make a dinner for my somewhat upset stomach family I pulled out some asparagus. I roasted it in the oven at 400 degrees til just done, and I put it on a pile of white rice....because white rice sounded really good to me. I attempted to poach a few eggs for on top and sprinkled a bit of parmesan. My poached eggs were a disaster but tasted good.

Today I felt worse so I stayed home (trying to keep my colleague, who has a new granddaughter to visit, healthy). This afternoon I felt a little better so I staged a poached egg workshop. And lo and behold...they turned out beautifully....turned out I'd had the water almost boiling before which was too hot....just before bubbling....

When I was growing up one of my standard breakfasts was a dropped egg on toast. We never called them poached eggs....always dropped eggs. Sometimes, mostly the adults I think, we'd put one of those big shredded wheats in a bowl, pour a little bowling water on it and then top it with a poached egg. Sounds pretty good to me these days.

Who would ever thought I'd get old enough to want shredded wheat with a dropped egg? Maybe I'll try it. Life is such a puzzle.

This afternoon however, nothing in the world could have tasted better than that dropped egg on toast...straight out of my childhood. I could almost hear my mother's voice asking me if I wanted a dropped egg....