42 ways to fry an egg


I fried 42 eggs in nine different cooking fats and five pan types, to try to arrive at the truth: What is the absolute best way to fry an egg?

Ella Quittner for FOOD52.com

Great read. I have an egg for breakfast 4-5 mornings/week. Soft-boiled, precisely 3-minute egg. With a piece of toast from the loaf I bake every Monday morning mostly just to accompany that egg. The toast is buttered with cultured butter from Belgium. Salted butter; so, no salt added to the egg. Tiny grind of Talicherry black peppercorn.

After reading this article, I might go with fried for a few mornings.

China boycotts diseased Saudi shrimp

❝ China has formally banned shrimp imports from Saudi Arabia after a batch was found with white spot syndrome virus. China quickly moved to stop the virus spreading into their country.

Shortly after the ban, China confirmed that they had granted market access to 40 Iranian companies to begin exporting shrimp…

❝ Iran is hoping that seafood exports can be a growth industry, and help the country overcome U.S. economic attacks. The country already exports 22,000 tonnes of shrimp worth around $150 million. They are planning to boost that to 60,000 tonnes.

The Saudis can just ship the diseased shrimp to the United States. Our Fake President will eat it and love it.

The same way Trump eats hot dogs, pasta, steak & shrimp = overcooked + catsup added

Caribbean Vikings happy to leave Trump’s Amerika

❝ President Donald Trump has been joking recently about trading Puerto Rico for Greenland. But now it’s Puerto Ricans who are the ones laughing — and many say they’d be happy with the trade.

Some called themselves the “Caribbean Vikings” and others shared all the benefits they would have if they stopped being a U.S. territory and became an autonomous Danish territory…

❝ “Denmark is the country with the best education in the world,” a man wrote on Twitter.

A Puerto Rican podcaster, known as Nieto, shared what some labeled as the Danish “Starter Kit.”

¡Hasta la victoria siempre!

Fast food joints authorized to act as U.S. consulate


❝ U.S. citizens in need of consular services in Austria can now ask for assistance in any of the McDonald’s fast food restaurant chains, according to the United States (U.S) Embassy in Vienna.

❝ “We were approached with the request by the U.S. Consulate. Firstly, because of the brand’s great fame among (U.S. citizens), and secondly, because there are a lot of branches in Austria,” McDonald’s spokesman Wilhelm Baldia told The Independent.

Would you expect our fake president to think the needs of American citizens abroad might be more important than frying a hamburger?

Trump thinks we’re not paying enough for tomatoes

❝ On Tuesday, the Commerce Department announced the termination of the 2013 Suspension Agreement on Fresh Tomatoes from Mexico…This means the U.S. will impose a 17.5% tariff on imported Mexican tomatoes, a move that experts say may lead to shortages and price hikes…

❝ According to estimates from Arizona State University, consumers could pay 40% to 85% more for vine-ripe and other fresh tomatoes.

Prices could rise 40% from May to December, according to the university analysis by economists led by Timothy Richards, the Morrison chair of agribusiness. During the cooler months, when there are fewer domestic supplies of tomatoes, prices could escalate up to 85%, according to the estimate.

Given that our fake president has the tastebuds of one of the lower species of carrion-eater, you really shouldn’t expect him to support affordable, fresh food delivered across any border.

What I miss most about New England

Click to enlargeGiles Christopher

Growing up in a small New England city, a coastal city, a factory town, you never lacked animal protein if you were ready and able to fish. I always joke about how many recipes my mother created for flatfish – when they were in season for months at a time. For snapper blues – when they were in season for months at a time. Eating fish 4, 5, 6 days a week, suppertime and maybe lunch, too, was pretty monocultural.

My father, my sister and I would rise, have breakfast and start walking by 4:00 AM on a Saturday morning. Buses didn’t start running till about 5:30 AM. We wouldn’t have been fishing till well after sunrise and the couple of hours bracketing sunrise often was a great time to start. There was a fishing pier we populated with dozens more folks on summer mornings. Fewer would walk and scramble the additional mile to get to the end of the breakwater at the harbor entrance. Especially in Fall and Winter. That’s when we caught flatfish, frostfish, the occasional blackfish.

We’d fish till we had an egg basket full. About 30 to 50 fish depending on their size. They weren’t all good days; but, when fish were running, whatever species, we’d catch enough to feed our family of four healthy nutrition for the week. If they weren’t running enough, then, we’d just leave in time to catch a bus back on the main road around the harbor – transfer once to get home to the East End in time for lunch.

Even with clean, fresh fish, once folks on the bus figured out what filled our basket, we usually had plenty of room wherever we chose to sit. Most often, the back of the bus. Out of the way.

Oh, the mussels up top. I love mussels. Fishing Fall and Winter, mostly for flatfish, we dug our own bait. Sandworms almost exclusively. Usually on the way back in to catch the bus home from Saturday morning fishing. If the tide was low, the digging was easy. And the deeply exposed boulders of the harbor breakwater would be covered with mussels. I’d peel off a couple of quarts for my mom to steam and serve with garlic, olive oil and rosemary for supper that night or maybe with pasta, Sunday, mid-day. That’s what I miss the most.