I live in a house divided by eggs. There's those who love them (Sarah) and those who definitely do not (that's me). Don't get me wrong. Eggs as an ingredient are brilliant. They make soufflés rise and give breakfast real meaning. A poached egg over short rib hash? Absolutely! Soft boiled, halved and floating in a Tonkatsu ramen broth? Of course! A Scotch Egg? No question there and also the topic of a future post. But the idea of a plain hard boiled egg (or worse - *gag - a deviled egg!) is something I've never been able to stomach.
