Simple Delights - Dippy Eggs and Toast
Dippy Eggs and Toast.....
This morning, another "snow" day allowed me to take my time getting started. And today this meant I could prepare hot food for breakfast. Before long, the kitchen smelled absolutely scrumptious as the butter started to brown in my tiny black cast iron pan. I cracked an egg into the hot butter, and watched it start to sizzle. Careful not to break the round yellow yoke, I quickly flipped the egg over. Once the white cooked and the egg looked finished, I took my spatula and gently placed it on a plate. Taking a piece of toast from the toaster, I added it next to the egg and handed it to Corina. She was anxiously waiting for her new favorite breakfast: the Dippy Egg.
The smells of the toast, brown butter and dippy eggs took me back many years to my Grandma Weaver's Pennsylvania Dutch farm kitchen. That is where I learned to like them and ate many of them as a kid. As a grown up, hearing the horror stories of salmonella and other warnings about eating undercooked eggs, I stopped eating "dippy" eggs entirely. But now that we have our own chickens and I know where the eggs are coming from, I am not quite as paranoid about food induced illness.
Thus the reason for revisiting the famous "Dippy Egg". What is the correct name for them - over easy? Folks from outside of Lancaster may not even know what I am talking about? How far outside of our family circles to dippy eggs go?
I am sure it may not appeal to many, but it sure transported me right back to that warm and cozy kitchen. A place I would like to be right now.....
This morning, another "snow" day allowed me to take my time getting started. And today this meant I could prepare hot food for breakfast. Before long, the kitchen smelled absolutely scrumptious as the butter started to brown in my tiny black cast iron pan. I cracked an egg into the hot butter, and watched it start to sizzle. Careful not to break the round yellow yoke, I quickly flipped the egg over. Once the white cooked and the egg looked finished, I took my spatula and gently placed it on a plate. Taking a piece of toast from the toaster, I added it next to the egg and handed it to Corina. She was anxiously waiting for her new favorite breakfast: the Dippy Egg.
The smells of the toast, brown butter and dippy eggs took me back many years to my Grandma Weaver's Pennsylvania Dutch farm kitchen. That is where I learned to like them and ate many of them as a kid. As a grown up, hearing the horror stories of salmonella and other warnings about eating undercooked eggs, I stopped eating "dippy" eggs entirely. But now that we have our own chickens and I know where the eggs are coming from, I am not quite as paranoid about food induced illness.
Thus the reason for revisiting the famous "Dippy Egg". What is the correct name for them - over easy? Folks from outside of Lancaster may not even know what I am talking about? How far outside of our family circles to dippy eggs go?
I am sure it may not appeal to many, but it sure transported me right back to that warm and cozy kitchen. A place I would like to be right now.....
Yep, we eat dippy eggs! Except Keith grew up eating them over rice... Sometimes we have that for supper :)
ReplyDeleteWe love dippy eggs...and "egg in a nest" as well. I have no idea how to order them at restaurants so I end up buying omelets!
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