to-night, I felt the desire for a good japanese-style Onigiri - but I had no japanese rice, no japanese skills, and wasn't feeling like driving all the way to the japanese neighborhood on a late monday night in search of an open place which could serve me a decent Onigiri.
being so, I decided to put my hunger at rest with a good and old soft-boiled-egg.
the most common soft-boiling method me and my pals have been using is simply boiling the water and then adding the eggs, waiting for a few minutes [but not too many!] and then opening it's butts with a spoon - the true caricaturesque style, I'd say, and very delicious.
but this time I decided to test my grandmother version: the Minute-Egg:
simply put the eggs with room-temperature water to heat;
wait for the water to boil and THEN count one minute!
it may not seem much, but i felt some interesting differences among these two methods.
later on, I've decided not to dig my eggs with a spoon, but to peel them completely.
the experience was quite something.
the first egg was tricky, alright: I started with the bottom, as usual, but , for starters, the skin between the shell and the white wouldn't peel so easily. when I reached the tip of the egg, the softness of it made me struggle to break and remove the last and narrowest part of the shell.
but, when I finished it... O, great joy upon me!!!
I delicadely held the tiny, soft and warm white ball in my palm... with one soft bite, I reached the creamy, almost entirely raw yolk of it, and felt a great chill down my spine.
yes, I know I sound like an egg-junky or something, but that's how it was.
then I added a small pinch of salt and engulfed the rest of it, stirring the yellow juice with my tongue and feasting like a wild badger.
then, there came the second one.
I felt right away that it was a mistake to eat the first before peeling the second... but there was nothing to be done, then.
I was in such a frenzy, craving for more of that divine sensation, that I just went for the peeling as fast and wildly as I could. the result, my dear friends, was that the second egg was not blessed with the same perfection as the first. fear not!: it was not rotten - but me, O, dear...
my mental balance was completely lost. I couldn't grasp my patience again, and so I ended up with a messy egg, with most of the skin on, and just threw the whole thing down my mouth. not that good.
maybe it was an act of gluttony - having two eggs when just one could be enough;
maybe I was so blinded by my lustfull first experience, that it completely ruined my second attempt;
who knows?
this method of mine, I then realized, is a body-and-mind ritual - almost a tantric excercise.
it may be much more difficult than the spoon-style, but when you are really craving for a fresh egg it can bring an unbelievable sensation.
and having pleasure is also a very important part of fooding. ;)
