Fried Eggs & Friday Mornings.

I wrote this many months ago in 2013.. re read it this morning and decided to post it here as there's food involved!!  Photo will be uploaded on Friday morn! 

Sizzle ,Crackle...almost there!1

Fridays in Dubai, a day that many of us look forward to , a day of sleeping in ,lazing around in jammies, just  enjoying  that feeling of not needing to do anything.  Friday Breakfast, some time ago, used to always be a South Indian one . Idly /dosa /vada at the neighborhood  Sangeetha restaurant or Saravana Bhavan .Just a 10 minute drive to fill our stomachs with the crispy papery Dosa , the mildly spicy  sambar and the inconsistent tomato chilly chutney.  We would wait impatiently 

for the meal to be served, having planned the order in those 10 minutes in the car.  Dosas ,Iddlys and Vadas would disappear in a trice with the exception of Aninu’s Dosa which he would eat in tiny bits.  I would of course help him along by breaking bigger bits of the Dosa and popping it into my mouth. It used to be a routine then to go for a short ride and then head back home with everyone (except Aninu) empathetically stating that they didn't need any lunch . Of course I would always do an inward eye roll cos come 2 PM rumblings would start.

These days, however, breakfasts at Sangeetha’s are rare, as we live further away now from most   of the South Indian joints.  So Fridays now see a different type of breakfast for me.  Fried Eggs and Whole meal Bread.  

Fried eggs .love them.

Its all in the positioning , where the knife should gently tap the egg, to ensure that it doesn't  go deep and accidentally slice through the yolk and the delicate drop into the pan which has seen a small drizzle of Olive oil . The sound of the eggs sizzling in the pan, while buttering the toasts builds up my expectation. .Dash of salt and pepper and a final spray of water into the pan quickly covering it and in the same motion turning of the fire and we are done. While juice is poured into glasses, the slightly runny part just outside the yolk area would have become just about done and the eggs are plated.  That’s it..  no fuss , no glamour, just plain ol fried egg sunny side up with no wobbly , sticky stuff  on them.   I am quite possessive, as well , of my eggs.. it has to be done just so.  And when someone else makes them …ehmm it just doesn't taste the same and leaves me wanting more.

The satisfaction of my Friday breakfast carries me through the next week, eating and enjoying my prepared bowl of cut fruits everyday only cos I know come Friday, I will wake up in the morning already hearing the sizzle of the eggs in the pan. Truly there isn't any sound as beautiful on a Friday morning as those wonderful crackling sizzling eggs.... 

O yes , the eggs? They need to be brown .No white ones for me.