poor-man’s poacher

Alright.. Whatever this bug is, it’s persistent.

Elise stopped by yesterday and is still feeling crappy.. They sent Chad home from work yesterday… I thought I was better on Sunday but now I’m no so sure.

I’m craving eggs.

I don’t own an egg poacher nor the fancy little poaching dishes from William Sanoma.

I figured out how to do it using a wok and a muffin tin.

Now if I could only increase my success rate at making Hollandaise – more often than not – I get the damn saucepan too hot and I wind up a substance that resembles what I’m hacking up.

I’m not blogging – I’m mildly sedated on cold medicine and contemplating the blasphemy that is powdered instant Hollandaise.