Wang Wei, The Farewell (ca. 750 CE)
Via the Automata/Automaton Blog:
One can think of eggs in many ways (including, in the case of my brother John, not at all), but this is one of my favorite breakfasts. No two iterations are the same, what with the variability in eggs, the heat of the pan, the attention paid to the magic moment for over-easying, the state of the toast... Nothing special, but mine own:
...and sambal oelek and a touch of pepper, on pumpernickel:
A recent correspondence thread has got me considering how I might blog about food (one of the realms of interest that I've developed ummmmm fully...), and so I'm sort of looking out for food-related material. A story in today's Guardian on making sausages [by Tim Hayward] is worth a look if this sort of thing rings any personal bells [emphasis added, and don't miss the Comments]:
The truly ideal way to cook a sausage is to poach it slowly sunk to its hips in a bath of olive oil but, failing that, massage each individually with oil first then slide them into an oiled pan and keep them rolling, on a low heat, for as long and as continuously as possible.Vegetarian friends may gag at the very thought, but for those of us without qualms there's something ineffable in the guilty pleasure of a well-turned sausage. Dunno that I care to put all that work into stuffing casings myself, but I wish I could lay my hands on the Julia Child "stuff it yourself" episode.
Trust me, even 25 minutes of gently rolling them back and forth, jostling their plumply greased little bodies against each other is not too long. As the skins change to a light tan, then begin to caramelise as the Maillard reaction takes place, you'll find yourself shifting into the perfect meditative state to honour your sausage.