A posh restaurant style poached egg: home cooked comfort food at its best

I just poached an egg. I just poached a proper grown up actual poached egg. Now let me tell you something about poached eggs: I can’t cook them. Let me tell you something else: I bloody love poached eggs, me. So much so, that I keep a little league table of bloody brilliant poached eggs. It looks like this:

1. Shangri-La Rasa Ria, Kota Kinabalu, Borneo, 18th May 2008.
It was the second best poached egg I’ve had, taste wise, but it comes out on top because of the mise en scène: I was on honeymoon, it was on room service, there were orangutans just outside. That’s pretty good going, right?

2. Bedford Lodge Hotel, Newmarket, 10th April 2010.
The morning after our friends Andy & Claire had got married, so a lovely occasion anyway, but with the added benefit of the best poached eggs I’ve ever tasted.

3. My House, Birmingham, 23rd August 2010.
Literally just a few minutes ago I made amazing poached eggs, that didn’t split all over the shop, they looked pretty and tasted amazing.

 

You see what I mean? Poached eggs are very me. So why the hell couldn’t I cook them until tonight?