Not too long ago, I didn't like eggs unless they were deviled. Or baked in a cake. These days, I can't get enough of them. I eat eggs every day. I still eat them deviled, but I also eat them just plain boiled. Or fried, over easy, alongside some tomatoes and a small hunk of bread for sopping up the yolk and tomato juice when the eggs are gone. I have almost perfected my egg frying technique--for a while, I couldn't get the yolks to stay properly runny without also having a gooshy white, but my timing is getting better.
The other night, I had eggs in tomato sauce. Uova in brodetto. I made my sauce with canned diced tomatoes, garlic, onion, and red pepper flakes. I went out yesterday and bought spinach and some red wine (a cheapish cabernet) so I can make the sauce even better, next time, and have some greens with it. That idea came from Smitten Kitchen, and it wouldn't get out of my head--the thought of the tang of spinach with a little vinegar and garlic next to the red sauce and creamy eggs just makes perfect sense to me. I didn't serve it on toast, because we have a lot of potatoes from our farm share and I wanted to use them. I cut them up and roasted them with olive oil and garlic. It was a nearly perfect dinner. I ought to have taken pictures to share--maybe next time.
I'm still not a fan of scrambled eggs, but I imagine that all I need is either a good recipe or a perfectly cooked egg to change my mind. I need to try quiche, again, with this newfound love of eggs. I also need to have an omelet or two. Or several.
