I'm really, really focused on breakfast lately. This wasn't always the case. Until recently I never woke up hungry but after learning that I had low thyroid function and starting medication for the condition I almost always want to eat first thing in the morning. This is a wonderful thing. I have discovered the joys of granola, fruit salad and yogurt with mint, waffles, and of course eggs.
Eggs were my nemesis growing up. The yolks were "gross" if they were cooked too hard and "disgusting" if they were runny. I watched my Grammy eat soft poached eggs and grapefruit whenever she was on a diet and internally shuddered. I made an uneasy truce with the egg in college when I realized that my dining hall made a perfect hard boiled egg. Their eggs never had that green ring around the yolk and the whites were tender. Best of all, because the eggs weren't over-cooked they didn't smell like sulfur when you cracked them open later in the day during a study break at the library.
After moving out of the dorms I learned to appreciate the brunch frittata and the late-night egg sandwich. I just couldn't muster an egg breakfast. As the years passed I made peace with the soft scramble and the runny yolk and I find myself enjoying what a friend calls "nature's gravy" more and more. I've perfected the faux-poached egg as well as the sunny side up, both seen above, and I am happier and better equipped to face the day for it. Viva Los Huevos!
