Warming the surrounding red rock canyons, radiant light dawned into our high desert valley on Easter morning. As high schoolers we’d drive to the National Monument for a sunrise service and return to the church basement for muffins and cocoa. Later in our Sunday best we’d sit in the pews to sing “He is Risen”. Early afternoon meant family gathered at Grandma’s on Glenwood Avenue where Chippendale chairs surrounded the dining room table in front of a bay window. Rosalinda porcelain plates waited for slices of glazed ham, creamed peas, pineapple and cabbage salad–then angel food cake for dessert.
Now, as decades have passed and my own children have seen the mid-century mark, the holiday is quieter. Still, I’m eager to welcome the happy morning with a special breakfast, even if just for myself. There won’t be a lavish fruit platter or a rich brunch spread before I head out to listen to choral music and watch children hunt eggs over the rolling lawns of the churchyard. Yet as I wait in the morning light, I think a poached egg will be perfect. Centuries before the early saints and towering cathedrals, eggs were a symbol of rebirth, a welcome to spring.
How long has it been since you’ve poached an egg? This seems to be a cooking technique that’s almost lost these days. I’ve been buying lovely brown eggs from Prairie Wind farm this winter and the flavor of these eggs needs no embellishment. To prevent the stringing whites in the poaching water, even from farm fresh eggs, I discovered a trick quite by accident. The other day when I spooned an egg into boiling water hoping for a soft-cooked egg to set in my Burleigh calico eggcup, the egg cracked. Rather than letting it ooze into the boiling water, I lifted it out, broke the egg into a cup and sent it back into the simmering water noticing a perfectly formed poached egg. It seems as though that ten second coddle caused those stringy bits to adhere to the shell and the egg then formed a lovely oval. I don’t add vinegar or salt to the water which would impair the flavor of the egg, and a two to three minute poach is perfect. I then lifted the egg out with a slotted spoon and drained it for a moment on a clean tea towel before setting it on a warm piece of buttered sourdough toast. With a side of quickly sautéed mushrooms, a pot of breakfast tea and a sliced orange on the side, here is an Easter morning glory breakfast, even for one.
Poached Egg
If possible, take eggs out of the fridge the night before cooking.
Bring a small saucepan of water to a light boil.
Use a spoon to ease the egg/eggs into the gently boiling water.
Count ten seconds and remove egg/eggs.
Immediately break each egg into a small cup.
Keep the water at a slow boil.
Swirl a vortex in the water with a spoon and pour the egg into the circle. (This step is not necessary if you are cooking several eggs, or if your eggs are fresh from the hens)
Simmer 2-3 minutes to desired firmness.
Lift each egg out with a slotted spoon and then blot the bottom by placing it on a clean tea towel. Slide each egg onto a slice of buttered toast, sprinkle with flaky salt and enjoy a nutritious breakfast.