100. Poaching Perfection

11th April 2014, Shoreditch, London

So I would have hoped that the hundredth on the list would have been a bit more intriguing than making eggs.

But in lieu of rock climbing, having an affair with a rock star and travel to Iceland - teaching myself to poach eggs had to make do. Let's face it, me placing hardboiled eggs on toast with Hollandaise from a jar and calling it Eggs Benedict is getting rather silly.

As it turns out Jamie Oliver, Delia Smith and Gordon Ramsay are all big fat egg poaching frauds! I tried doing this the Jamie way - the eggs fell apart. I tried doing this the Delia way - the eggs fell apart. And finally, I tried doing this the Gordon way - the eggs fell apart. No swirling or salting or making sacks out of cling film could save my eggs and my Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday breakfasts were all highly unpleasant as a result.

Then finally on Friday, there was a breakthrough. After abandoning the kitchen icons listed after my complete and utter disappointment in the previous three days, I instead went to the classic, red checkered and really quite dull cookbook that sits in every other Swedish kitchen. It may be the most middle aged object I have in my flat, but my God it is the most trust worthy source of cooking knowledge there is.

I will save a fortune on brunch.

 

The Jamie induced egg disaster.

The finale!

And, we have perfection.