I feel like my first blog post should be epic. This feels about as far from epic as you can get, but it is me, it is my life and this is my blog, so here goes!
Poached eggs. My clever, beautiful and talented youngest sister cannot poach an egg, but I can. In this I revel. Sound mean? Well for all the reasons stated earlier, I deem my sense of superiority in egg poaching entirely acceptable. Besides you haven’t seen her omelettes (my egg antagonist). JEALOUS. Anyway, she thinks I have some secret trick or amazing addition that makes my poached eggs perfect, but I don’t. So much so, that a blog post about poaching eggs feels a bit over done (ha!), but nonetheless here are my tips for perfect poached eggs.