In our house, I do most of the cooking. It's not that T-rav isn't willing, just that I
enjoy cooking, and more specifically, eating the things I make. Our cuisine is generally much simpler (and less full of vegetables--he calls it an obsession, I call it healthy) if T-rav is in charge. But there's one thing, however, where T-rav reigns supreme: poached eggs. Growing up, my mom used to feed us poached eggs when we were sick. Poached eggs on soggy white toast. It wasn't until I got married that I ever ate a poached egg just because; they quickly went from being "sick" food to becoming breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner.

The trick to a perfect poached egg is three-fold. First, and most importantly, you must not pour the egg into boiling or bubbling water, or you'll end up with a weird, separated, snot-like white with a teeny weeny ball of yolk. Yuck! You want the water to be simmering but not have any sizable bubbles yet. Second, it's very helpful to let the egg hang out in some white vinegar before cooking it. This tightens the white so it's less likely to spread out while poaching. You can skip this step (T-rav usually does), but your egg will look prettier if do it. And third, well, this third point may be a little trickier for most of you. The Best Poached Egg I ever ever ate was one that was cooked literally 5 minutes after being laid by my lovely hen Roger. The egg poached to a buttery perfection with a thick, bright, orangey "barnyard" yolk...it was heavenly.