I used to hate eggs as a kid. Really hate eggs. At Easter, my gag reflex would kick in if I had to peel boiled eggs. My grandmother used to make me a special egg-free bowl of potato salad, as well as place the deviled-eggs at the opposite end of the table as me. The only eggs I would eat were scrambled with a lot of cheese.

Then suddenly, my taste buds did a 180. About three years ago, I started slowly eating eggs, learning to prepare them different ways. I mastered the quiche, the easy over fry, and eventually, the poached egg. I haven’t yet hard-boiled one, but I did eat my first deviled egg last year, and my first egg salad sandwich last month. I have completely fallen for the poached egg.

My leftover motto is “put an egg on it”. If you read my recipe post about the roast chicken, I did just that the day after roasting the chicken. I poached eggs and David I enjoyed them over the leftover chicken and vegetables.

This article appears in Jul 22-28, 2010.