You know I've no more relations with chickens, but I still maintain a queer relationship with chicken eggs. I like them done in any way, however, raw is best.
Which brings me to my pet peeve of the taste of eggs. Sure, nothing beats warm eggs straight from the hen. But when I can't get that, then I hope to have more choices with my eggs. I'm quite restricted by that in Singapore. Here, I'm not! It's quite a pleasure browsing through a menu and have it state exactly where the eggs come from in terms of farm, provinciality and type of hens.
Since I get to buy eggs and stock up on groceries in London, I've gone crazy with the eggs. It's just awesome trawling the supermarkets and the small shops to see what varieties they have, and what sort of promises they make for the eggs. The Aunts are raising their eyebrows at just how many cartons of eggs I bought and, versus how many I've eaten.
I can't help it. Am a complete sucker for the words 'free range'. Yes yes, buy local. I'd so do it in London. I just can't bring myself to do it in Singapore. It's all in the taste of the egg. Trust me, they taste different, not just in terms of freshness by the day. There's a marked difference between the eggs that come from different breeds of hens. Okay, I sound like a bird brain here. :p
Anyway, raw eggs are just beautiful. I can have them plain, or added in a glass of milk, or stirred within a bowl of muesli or cornflakes. I just don't like combining yoghurt with eggs. That's a bit off. If I fall really ill and kena salmonella poisoning, you know why.