Eggs en cocotte or Oeufs en cocotte is a simple yet delicious way of serving your eggs in the mornings. I look at this picture and my mind tells me that if breakfast is gonna be this awesome, I don’t mind waking up in time for breakfast every day.
Can you guys believe that it is already Friday? Well I cant. Time is moving so fast that I get scared at times. I just wanna remain 18 forever.
Not that I am 18. On second thoughts, 21 would be a better figure. Not that I am 21 either. Apparently when you are 21, you get “the keys”. It has been years since I passed that number, but can someone enlighten me as to what keys are they talking about, because I haven’t got any keys. If they are talking about the house keys, well I had it ever since I was 13 or was it 12? If having the house keys is a symbolic senior position, I was still playing with my barbie dolls at that age. Not that I have stopped playing with them. Pleating their hair, undressing and changing 10 dresses in 5 minutes (beat that bollywood!) under the pretense of entertaining my niece. Been there, done that and still doing it.
But who doesn’t love Barbie? If you don’t like Barbie, there can only be 3 possibilities.
1) You are a guy. Not a very valid excuse though. I remember a group of us, girls brought our Barbies to school after the exams. We were probably around 12 then. The boys in the class had a ball playing with our barbies to. Playing with barbies = trying to lift their skirts and giggling away. Guys, 12 or 21, they are such ______ *fill in the blanks yourself* and yes feel free to fill it with anything that comes to your head.
2) You are jealous. Those legs, that face. and that mane of a hair.
3) You are into superheroes. Those who are supposed to be saving the planet, the world and blah blah blah. Sorry people, for me, a hero would be mother Teresa and not that guy in a red cape who doesn’t even know that he should not be wearing his inside, out!
As I am writing this blog post, I asked Tm as to what reasons could a girl possibly dislike Barbie? His reply was “guys expectations become unreal as they expect their partners to be like barbie“. Good one I have to say. Guys, Barbie is made of plastic, you know that right? In-fact, studies have shown that, It is impossible to lead a normal life if you have Barbie’s proportion. Barbie is supposed to be anatomically impossible and would be reduced to walking on all fours and incapable of lifting anything. There is a lot of research going on about Barbie and her figure. If you wanna know more, feel free to proceed to Google or Wikipedia., but firstly make sure that you are completely done with reading this post. Xoxo.
Anyways, I have never inspired to look like barbie. Why work on the impossible? I don’t mind her lifestyle though. Pink sports-car, fancy clothes and yes, Ken is kinda cute I guess. For those of you who have been around my blog for quite some time now, you know the rules. We don’t judge each other in here. For those who are new here, hello my new friends! *Shakes hand* Now we are friends and there are only 2 simple rules to this friendship. a) We don’t judge each other and b) You have to keep visiting.
We always have muffins, freshly baked from the oven, cupcakes in the refrigerator and a large pot of soup on the stove, so make yourself feel at home please.
Back to these Eggs en cocotte slash Oeufs en cocotte. Oeufs means eggs in French and En Cocotte means in pot, so basically there are also called eggs in a pot. I prefer the French name though! If parmigiano reggiano sounds better than parmesan, why do I have to call it parmesan? Call me superficial, but I love it when the name of a dish is “classy”. Most of the time, French and Italian food have this edge when it comes to the name of the dishes. So yes, superficial me refused to call this eggs in a pot. Usually when I go to this local store to purchase baking supplies and whenever I need to get a tub of mascarpone, I would ask for mas-kahr-pohneh; you know the “Italian way.” Feel free to roll your eyes on me, I deserve that one. The salesperson on the other hand would always say “mas-car-pon”
Once, a lady even tried to correct me but she had that I-am-Miss-know- it-all look on her face that didn’t go well with me.
Me: Hi, do you have mas-kahr-pohneh. I want the 500 grams tubs.
Miss know it all: Yes we do, By the way, It’s mas-car-pon (I swear there was a smirk on her face)
Me: It’s Italian and that is how they pronounce it. So ya 2 tubs of Mas-kahr-pohneh please.
Miss know it all: Oh you speak Italian. That’s nice. (I bet she didn’t mean it)
I wanted to roll my eyes, right there.
These eggs en cocotte slash baked eggs in pots (meh, boring name) are so versatile that you can come up with 363 variations for the whole year! I said 363 because, I don’t think you are gonna be eating baked eggs on Christmas and on your birthday, not that its a bad thing really! You can vary the type of herbs, cheese and you can add bacon, vegetables or anything else that you prefer. When I say anything, I really meant ANYTHING.
- 4 teaspoon salted butter
- ⅓ cup plus shredded Gruyere cheese
- 4 eggs
- 4 tablespoon heavy cream
- Salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste
- 2 tsp. chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
- Fill a baking pan with 1½ inches water.
- Butter the 4 ramekins with 1 tsp of butter each.
- Place 1 tbsp of cheese in each ramekin.
- Break 1 egg into each ramekin, then top each with 1 tbsp cream.
- Place the ramekins in the cake pan and cook for 6 to 7 minutes for runny yolks, 9 to 10 minutes for firm yolks.
- Remove the ramekins from the oven, season the eggs with salt and pepper, top each with ½ tsp. parsley and serve immediately.