When it comes to making an egg, I have no problem with cooking a fried egg, scrambled egg or omelette. Now that my baby has arrived, I have to prepare hard-boiled eggs for the celebration pot with sweetened black vinegar and pork trotter. I ended up plunging my eggs that came straight from the refrigerator into boiling water. I can almost hear you scream. No, before your scream, I heard the crack of my eggs first.
Go slow, at least in certain situation. That's the lesson I learned from my eggs.
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