Egg Man: The egg thread

[doug rr]

looks good to me..well done

[washing machine]

Is there a thread yet for tricked out top raman recipes?

[doug rr]

Is there a thread yet for tricked out top raman recipes?

not yet..or we could do it in the talk about your day thread

[washing machine]

I'm not the biggest fan of using one thread to discuss a myriad of topics, to be perfectly honest.

[washing machine]

I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

[doug rr]

I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

next time you're at a chinese restaurant take about 25 of them like I do...no need to spend money on fancy ones from crate and barrel

[washing machine]

I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

next time you're at a chinese restaurant take about 25 of them like I do...no need to spend money on fancy ones from crate and barrel

My normal MO is to fish the most recently used ones out of the garbage when I'm making raman or stir-fry, but I just took the trash out yesterday.

[doug rr]

I should have invested in chopsticks by now.

next time you're at a chinese restaurant take about 25 of them like I do...no need to spend money on fancy ones from crate and barrel

My normal MO is to fish the most recently used ones out of the garbage when I'm making raman or stir-fry, but I just took the trash out yesterday.

someone bought us a sushi set for our wedding 13 years ago with about 6 sets of fancy chopsticks..we never use them..I like the old school wood ones

[Alex]

It's clear to me that eggs, as a symbol of life, and music, as one of the most life-affirming experiences we have, go quite well together. So my question to RM is this: what music do you like to hear when you cook eggs?

For me, the answer obviously depends on what kind of eggs I'm cooking.

If I'm going scrambled, I'd listen to something harsh--some Sonic Youth's EVOL, Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music, Flaming Lips' Embryonic. The violence of egg beating is perfectly complimented by the electric guitar squalls of these kinds of records. The haphazard seasoning process (just throw it in there!), the constant motion of stirring, and the messy final product--it just begs for sloppy rock records.

Now, with omelettes, I go for something more precise, delicate, and virtuosic to match the exacting approach to filling selection and careful folding action--Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain and Schubert's symphonies work well. I recall a masterful omelette with jalapenos, smoked ham, cream cheese, and diced porcini that was soundtracked perfectly by Schubert's Ellens dritter Gesang.

Fried eggs beg for something a little more jangly and free-flowing, to match the "anything can happen" process of egg shaping. Sometimes the egg is a pretty little circle, sometimes it’s a gangly hardened splash. You never know what you'll get. A good guitar wankery record is nice here, like Stephen Malkmus' Pig Lib. Or maybe an improvisational jazz record, like John Coltrane's A Love Supreme. It helps if these brave, exploratory types of records contain cores of melody to which the songs return--like the reliable yolk (whether solid, gooey, or runny) in the middle of an unpredictably spindly bed.

There are more options (poached, benedict, etc.) but this is just a starting point. What say you, RM?

[washing machine]

9.5/10

[malice]

9.5/10

what would have made it a 10/10? edit it accordingly so we may learn from the master

[washing machine]

It's clear to me that eggs, as a symbol of life, and music, as one of the most life-affirming experiences we have, go quite well together. So my question to RM is this: what music do you like to hear when you cook eggs?

For me, the answer obviously depends on what kind of eggs I'm cooking.

If I'm going scrambled, I'd listen to something harsh--some Sonic Youth's EVOL, Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music, Flaming Lips' Embryonic. The violence of egg beating is perfectly complimented by the electric guitar squalls of these kinds of records. The haphazard seasoning process (just throw it in there!), the constant motion of stirring, and the messy final product--it just begs for sloppy rock records.

Now, with omelettes, I

Spoiler: show

could

go for something more precise, delicate, and virtuosic to match the exacting approach to filling selection and careful folding action--Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain and Schubert's symphonies for instance.

Spoiler: show

However, an omelette always had sort of a uniquely American appeal to me, but I can't put my finger on why that is.

I recall a

Spoiler: show

folksy

omelette with jalapenos, smoked ham, cream cheese, and

Spoiler: show

diced brussels

sprouts that was soundtracked perfectly by

Spoiler: show

Arlo Guthrie's Hobo's Lullaby.

Fried eggs beg for something a little more jangly and free-flowing, to match the "anything can happen" process of egg shaping. Sometimes the egg is a pretty little circle, sometimes it’s a gangly hardened splash. You never know what you'll get. A good guitar wankery record is nice here, like Stephen Malkmus' Pig Lib. Or maybe an improvisational jazz record, like John Coltrane's A Love Supreme. It helps if these brave, exploratory types of records contain cores of melody to which the songs return--like the reliable yolk (whether solid, gooey, or runny) in the middle of an unpredictably spindly bed.

There are more options (poached, benedict, etc.) but this is just a starting point. What say you, RM?

[malice]

pls highlight the edits. I'm not energized enough to make comparisons. kthx

[Alex]

the omelette section was clearly the weakest of three

[malice]

It's clear to me that eggs, as a symbol of life, and music, as one of the most life-affirming experiences we have, go quite well together. So my question to RM is this: what music do you like to hear when you cook eggs?

For me, the answer obviously depends on what kind of eggs I'm cooking.

If I'm going scrambled, I'd listen to something harsh--some Sonic Youth's EVOL, Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music, Flaming Lips' Embryonic. The violence of egg beating is perfectly complimented by the electric guitar squalls of these kinds of records. The haphazard seasoning process (just throw it in there!), the constant motion of stirring, and the messy final product--it just begs for sloppy rock records.

Now, with omelettes, I

Spoiler: show

could

go for something more precise, delicate, and virtuosic to match the exacting approach to filling selection and careful folding action--Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain and Schubert's symphonies for instance.

Spoiler: show

However, an omelette always had sort of a uniquely American appeal to me, but I can't put my finger on why that is.

I recall a

Spoiler: show

folksy

omelette with jalapenos, smoked ham, cream cheese, and

Spoiler: show

diced brussels

sprouts that was soundtracked perfectly by

Spoiler: show

Arlo Guthrie's Hobo's Lullaby.

Fried eggs beg for something a little more jangly and free-flowing, to match the "anything can happen" process of egg shaping. Sometimes the egg is a pretty little circle, sometimes it’s a gangly hardened splash. You never know what you'll get. A good guitar wankery record is nice here, like Stephen Malkmus' Pig Lib. Or maybe an improvisational jazz record, like John Coltrane's A Love Supreme. It helps if these brave, exploratory types of records contain cores of melody to which the songs return--like the reliable yolk (whether solid, gooey, or runny) in the middle of an unpredictably spindly bed.

There are more options (poached, benedict, etc.) but this is just a starting point. What say you, RM?

only one edit? disappointing

[Alex]

i'm close to achieving apotheosis of form

[malice]

i'm close to achieving apotheosis of form

9.5/10

[Alex]

i'm close to achieving apotheosis of form

9.5/10

10/10

[spike]

[Alex]

are there good egg convos going on at the fuge, spike?