Somewhere

Not that I find this completely unbelievable, but in the film Somewhere, Elle Fanning's character, Cleo, makes eggs Benedict for breakfast.  Her character was 11 (and so was she).

This is actually from the film.

Not that I have 1. poached eggs (I only like them scrambled or fried, we've discussed this) or 2. made Hollandaise sauce, but I think I know enough about cooking to know that both require some level of skill in the kichen, especially the Hollandaise, to turn out well.  Eric Ripert made an easier blender version in Bon Appetit, version GQ.

In another scene, cutie pie Elle Fanning also makes macaroni and cheese for dinner, by heating up some milk and butter, pouring it on top of the pasta and adding in freshly grated cheddar.  That part I found much more believable than eggs Benedict.

Eggs for Brunch

This is where I mentioned how much I hate runny yolks.

This is what I ended up eating for brunch on Sunday, minus my homegirl's torn off sugar packet that flew onto my plate:

The menu read Creamy Polenta and Eggs, and I had meant to ask how the eggs were cooked, because I assumed they would be sunny side up or poached, but I got caught up in the hectic One-Waiter-Serving-The Entire-Crowd-Outside-Sunday-Brunch experience.  I thought about it immediately after I had ordered it, decided to bite the bullet, and suck it up.

It did not turn out that well for me.  I could not stomach eating most of that other egg, and I'm pretty sure I almost gagged with the first forkful.  I guess multiple bellini carafes, water and coffee eased the pain.  Separate egg whites (oh the texture), separate and wet egg yolks, and Jennifer just simply do NOT go together.

This is where you call me boring, unsophisticated and a fake foodie.  This is where I order my eggs scrambled until the day I die and love every scrambled minute.

Eggs!

In a previous post, I said I wanted to make this Baked Eggs in the Basket recipe.

My butter was too cold to butter the muffin pan as much as I should have, and I obviously scrambled them, but it's a pretty great simple recipe/idea.  I used whole grain bread, but I think white would be best.  Mine broke while I was forming it in the tin - perhaps too much super human strength?

I topped it with some chopped garlic chives and shaved piave cheese.

If I was ever willing to serve brunch, this would be an incredibly great idea.  But I'm not, and I never will. 

Baked Eggs

Can someone say Weekend Breakfast?

 

I'd scramble them though, because truth be told, runny yolk makes me gag.  Always has, always will, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise.