It seemed like such a good idea, a way to resume <ahem> posting more regularly. A weekly feature, the best thing I ate in the preceding week.
But here I am, week 1, and I’m finding it’s harder than I expected. Sunday’s impressive dinner at Castagna was only making the decision more difficult, so I won’t count it here. Hey—it’s my game; I can make the rules!
(Portland Culinary Alliance put on the book event dinner, cooked by Matt Lightner, celebrating Hank Shaw's new book, Hunt, Gather, Cook: Finding the Forgotten Feast).
If I have to pick? Probably my favorite thing I ate last week is what I ate for lunch nearly every day. A fried egg. But what an egg!
First I heat some olive oil, and then break in an egg. A slice of bread goes into the toaster. I put a few sprigs of oregano on top of the egg, and then a few of Mama Lil’s peppers, red, and orange.
The peppers' orange oil pools in the egg white and I flip the egg. I leave it in the pan for just a second before sliding it onto my plate.
Don’t forget to pour any remaining olive oil from the pan onto your toast.
A messy fried egg. That’s probably my favorite thing I ate last week.
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