Nobody, that’s who. And what a radical declaration that is! I bet the powerful egg lobby is marking a red X by my name as I type this.
Poached, fried, sunny-side up, whipped into quiches and meringues, placed atop a Korean bibimbap, snuggling cheese and veggies as an omelet blanket. I love a runny yolk, sopped up with toast. I look forward to Easter for the hardboiled eggstravaganza (you knew that word would work its way in eventually, right?)