Saturday, January 28, 2012
There are tons of hippies in Portland with nothing better to do than smoke reefer and play in their backyard. The most fashionable trend in “urban gardening” is chicken husbandry. I’ve had backyard eggs, small farm eggs, and industrial factory eggs. They all taste like fucking eggs. People are just so busy masturbating to the idea they are saving the goddamn world by having pet chickens that their pliable brains tell them they taste better. They don’t. In any case, last night I went “urban chicken egg hunting” and made some scrambled eggs this morning. Tomorrow I’ll post a recipe for Whole Roasted Urban Chicken.
Crack the eggs into a bowl and add sour cream, water, salt, and pepper. Whisk them together until the yolks are completely combined with the whites. Melt a little butter in a pan over medium to medium-low heat depending on the calibration of your range. Pour in the eggs and let the bottom set ever so slightly. Using a wooden spatula, pull the sides into the center allowing the liquid to gain access to the heated surface while simultaneously removing the slightly cooked portion from direct heat. As soon as the entirety of the liquid has barely become solid, pull the pan off the heat source and slide the eggs onto a plate.
I used the eggs to make this breakfast sandwich. It has mayo, fancy salami, and a bloomy rind cheese from Vermont. Eat it.