A Quote by Alex Guarnaschelli

My last meal on Earth? The obvious answer is a plate of my mother's scrambled eggs. — © Alex Guarnaschelli
My last meal on Earth? The obvious answer is a plate of my mother's scrambled eggs.
I have had, in my time, memorable meals of scrambled eggs with fresh truffles, scrambled eggs with caviar and other glamorous things, but to me, there are few things as magnificent as scrambled eggs, pure and simple, perfectly cooked and perfectly seasoned.
The first meal that I learned to make was scrambled eggs.
Television is a golden goose that lays scrambled eggs; and it is futile and probably fatal to beat it for not laying caviar. Anyway, more people like scrambled eggs than caviar.
My mother made the best scrambled eggs, super-loose and soft.
The one thing my mother did make was what was known at the time as lox and onions and eggs. Now, no one makes it with lox; they make it with nova. That was my mother's specialty, which she cooked on New Year's Day for the Rose Bowl games, which we had a party for every year. It took her about an hour to make scrambled eggs.
Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.
A typical Sunday meal will be brunch at 11 A.M. I'll probably do muffins, proper scrambled eggs and sweetcorn fritters, which the kids love. Kedgeree's another thing I like, and if any of the West Indian family are over, definitely ackee and saltfish.
The trick to scrambled eggs is to remove half the milk from the container and shake what's left as hard as you can, like a cocktail shaker, before you whisk it into the eggs.
To make fluffy scrambled eggs, the best trick is to whisk in a splash of water and nothing else. Cream, milk, and other liquids drag the eggs down!
I was very, very little - it was the first time I ever cooked on my own, with my mother's supervision - and I made scrambled eggs. I felt so accomplished, like magic!
I love eggs. When it's the season of truffles, scrambled eggs with truffles, and I'm happy. I'm smiling like that.
The obvious choice isn't always the best choice, but sometimes, by golly, it is. I don't stop looking as soon I find an obvious answer, but if I go on looking, and the obvious-seeming answer still seems obvious, I don't feel guilty about keeping it.
For my last meal I'd want an Irish breakfast with soda bread and one of my dad's omelettes with three or four eggs.
For my last meal, I'd want an Irish breakfast with soda bread and one of my dad's omelettes with three or four eggs.
Whenever I eat a meal, I always leave the last bite on my plate. I don't know why, it's just a thing with me.
My crotch is like scrambled eggs
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