Friday Fuck Ups: Only Gansie Would Call This a Fuck Up
First though, who is going to see the new Biggie movie, NOTORIOUS! Ever since I was in the movie theater viewing previews before Will Smith’s terrible/weird/depressing/dark/not holiday-uplifting movie, and saw clips for NOTORIOUS my brother and I looked at each other and said, I know what I’ll be doing January 16th. Unfortunately, my brother lives in Jersey and we haven’t yet coordinated travel plans. As a back up, I’ve been trying to talk 80p into it, but he says if there is no *critical acclaim* for a movie in the commercials, then that’s a surefire sign it will SUCK. But, I’m such a Biggie fan. He was the rapper of my youth. I was way more upset when he died than Kurt Cobain.
Me and My Bitch is a love song.
This is one of the only songs with “Stefanie” in it—my birth name—listen around the minute mark.
And is there a better song to slow dance to?
Anyway, if there’s someone in the DC area who wants to take me on a NOTORIOUS date, I’m all over it.
Back to the Fuck Up…
It’s not really all that bad, but for me, it was devastating. 80P’s mom (sorry about the videos with all the cursing!) bought us beautiful LE CREUSET (my first Le Creuset!) ramekins. The first use, of course, had to be with eggs. And it was even more perfect because my old roommate, Hickey, was in town and came over for a quick breakfast before she drove back to PA <sad face.>
Well, it wasn’t that quick. After we ate we gossiped while I trimmed my clippings. That sounds weird. I’ll explain, I tear out recipes from mags, and then stuff them in a folder. And then 3 times a year I trim the clippings so that they’ll look nice for when I finally, really organize them. Actually, I might need to do a full blog post about this going-on 4 year project.
Okay, the meal. I buttered the ramekins, and then dropped an egg in. I sprinkled salt and pepper on top and then covered with freshly grated parm. The recipe (totally can’t remember what site I used, oops!) said to keep the eggs in there for 9 minutes. Well, at nine minutes it didn’t look/feel finished at all. In the mean time, I was: cooking sausage for Hicks, cooking bacon for 80p (I sprinkled the diced bacon on top of the egg with a few minutes left) and defrosting/toasting begals for them and then defrosting/toasting my African whole wheat bread. And btw, defrosting/toasting is time consuming when lacking the proper equipment: oven instead of microwave and broiler instead of toaster.
Back to the time line. We waited five more fatal minutes before removing the eggs. When we took them off, the yolk was more or less fully cooked. FUCK! It was still tasty, but the whites were so set that you could take the whole egg out of the ramekin. And it was so solid that it looked like the Dunkin Donuts’ fake eggs. Clearly, I was distracted by all of the other prep work, plus chatting with Hicks. So I totally need to try this again and if anyone has a full proof method for runny, baked eggs – tell me!
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