All of a sudden I am obsessed with eggs. I think it's because for nearly a year, I thought I was allergic to them. In hindsight, I think I got one bad batch and drew some drastic conclusions. (Either that or the water at Lourdes really does work.) But the end result is that I can eat eggs again, and now I try to eat them as much as possible. I've been doing lots of scrambles and omelets for brekky, and I keep trying to sell Mr. Food Musings on the notion of eating them for dinner. I love breakfast for dinner -- we did it all the time when I was a kid -- but he complains that eggs, bacon and wine don't mix. Harumph. I'll show him.
In honor of the egg, tonight's dinner is going to be a BLET. Or a BELT. (BLTE? EBLT? What do you think?) Bacon, heirloom tomatoes (that better be good for $5 freaking dollars a pound...), loads of mayo, crisp lettuce and a dribbly, runny egg on top. Mmmm...I may even have to enter that in the egg-y event someone in Blogland hosts at the end of every month.
In other, less self-involved egg news...being out on the town a fair bit recently has drawn my attention to the delightful tradition of using eggs as a garnish on everything from cheese enchiladas to heirloom tomato bruschetta to salads like the love-in-a-bowl they call frisée aux lardons (and which I plan to eat this weekend while I soak up the sun at my favorite Napa bistro).
That silly little queen had her rallying cry all wrong. I say, LET THEM EAT EGGS!