It's Electric!

I've had gas burners for all of my life. They're nice. You can even light them when the power is out. Hell yes? Hell yes.

In this new place of mine, though, there is electric. Sure, sure, gas leaks are a bitch, but damn it, landlords. Do you realize that my food suffers? Ok, it hasn't suffered until today, but today it did suffer.

I decided to fry myself up an egg. I am perhaps allergic to eggs (maybe grease), so my egg-intake is considerably lower than that of the average breakfaster. Hell, I barely even like eggs, but for that delicious little yolk... I love yolks.

Today was a day of braving the allergy. Sometimes I am not effected, if the egg is fried properly. You might guess that the egg was not fried properly, hence the writing of this post. Well, it turned out ok - because I am truly amazing - but it took me two eggs, and I have a bad taste in my mouth left by the white. (That acursed white!)

First egg, I thought the pan had been heated appropriately. However, when I cracked the damned thing in, there was no sign of heat. There was just a sad puddle of clear goo. And this wouldn't be so bad, if not for the slope in the spiral gratey thing that most electric burners seem to have. The slope, that is. I believe they all have the spiral gratey thing..

Let me tell you, it is not easy to flip an egg that slants into one side of a pan when you do not wish to break the yolk. So I moved the pan to an unslanted burner, which would work marvelously with a gaz burner since the heat appears magically, but takes forever with an electric burner since the heat doesn't want to have anything to do with you and your stupid egg. But you wait as you must.

The egg on my pan appeared to be water turning to ice. The clear goo had spread out wide and thin, and when the color began to turn, it mixed with the black of the pan underneath and made a blue-ish white. Quite nice and poetic, surely, but hell. This was supposed to be my breakfast.

I then did the stupid thing that too many eggmakers do: prod it. Prodding the edges is fine, but moving beyond the edges is daft. And I am a daft, dafter person (albeit amazing). The egg begins to break up, and more often than not, the yolk breaks.

The yolk broke.

The entire mess showed no sign of solidifying, so I dumped it, god damn it.

The new egg was luckier (new frying pan) and though I prodded the hell out of it, the yolk did not break. The rest of it broke up, which is annoying, but altogether... I hope I don't get sick.

Grilled cheese is also difficult (grilling the bread as well as melting the cheese - an art), but it is manageble.

Stupid electric.