Last night I watched “Masterchef” a show I had never watched before, and somehow I streamed into an episode where the poor cooks had to serve scrambled eggs. You wouldn’t believe how much drama there was. Scared faces left and right.
I laughed out loud. Who can’t make scrambled eggs? I mean seriously, isn’t that the first food we all attempt to make when we are little kids?
It’s not rocket science; it’s pretty much self-explaining….SCRAMBLED EGGS. Guess what we have to do with the eggs? Dahhhhh!
The Masterchef Gordon Ramsey showed the cooks how it’s done. Good grief -what an act. The eggs could not be whisked before they were put in a pot (Yeah baby, a pot not a pan…go figure.) Also, they could not be seasoned before they were done. (WTH?)
The eggs needed butter (I knew that Grandma told me) and then they had to be carefully whisked on and off the heat. (Again WTH?)
Whisk the eggs, take them off the heat, stir them and let them cool down and put them back on the heat. Apparently, the Masterchef didn’t know a damn thing about scrambled eggs.
I did have to admit the result looked good. Different from my scrambled eggs -what slightly bothered me. He even put Cream Fraiche into the eggs at the very end, something I love and make myself.
The next day I decided to make scrambled eggs for breakfast, what is rare since I try to stay away from them.
One batch I prepared like always. Beat eggs in a bowl senseless, add seasoning, add butter and throw in a pan (OK don’t throw but rather pour them in.) Let them cook until the bottom starts to set, then use a spatula to scramble and transfer the mess to a plate. Voila, perfect scrambled eggs.
Then, for my personal entertainment, I watched the Masterchef video on YouTube and decided to follow all the insanely complicated -and entirely unnecessary steps- to make scrambled eggs. 22 million have watched the clip so far -what is wrong with this nation?
7 minutes later I was a nervous wreck -just like the TV chefs the night before. I looked proudly at the plates, like a mother hen after laying a perfect egg.
One plate looked like always, the other plate looked different. The color of the eggs was strange, more yellow -what bothered me endlessly. Surely, this was just an optical illusion -eggs are eggs after all.
Next step was the taste-test. I tried my scrambled eggs first, and they tasted good (In your face Masterchef) then I put the fork in the fluffy mess of the other plate and carefully ate the eggs.
I didn’t like it, I didn’t like it a bit. The eggs tasted good, better than my scrambled eggs, that’s the part I didn’t like. My husband came to the same result (There is no loyalty anymore.)
After careful consideration, I decided not to watch this show anymore. It forked up my little world. I don’t want to know what else I am doing wrong. 🙂