In which I try to finish the leftover mayonnaise and learn to poach an egg.

Don’t let the poached eggs on this blog fool you – I’ve never poached in my life. But faced with a bowl full of homemade mayonnaise, courtesy of Sammy B for our Quatorze de July steakathon (I wish there was a link to Knife ’n’ Spork for this, but I completely flaked on the photographs; instead, content yourselves with this!), I thought I should give it a shot:



Poaching.


Toasting.



And mayonnaise. Garlicky, mustardy mayonnaise. Kind of weird, kind of intense for breakfast, but whatever. Put an egg on it!

Glen Devils Again!

Please please please look at this as big as your screen will let you:


Oh my.