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Post by Doghouse6 on Jun 10, 2017 4:28:25 GMT
Doghouse6 Egg cups: another relic of an elegant past. Never in my life have I seen someone actually order a three-minute egg. There must have been an art to delicately chipping off the end of the shell without bits falling in.My sisters ex-husband insisted in a full breakfast every morning complete with eggs in egg cups (not sure of the timing but probably 3 minute as they were "runny".) He had a little scissorlike thinga-ma-boddy that fit over the skinnier end of the egg and sliced the shell off. Everyone had their own special egg cups with extra for company. There also had to be grapefruit but not in separate bowl suspended over ice. Toast (from homemade bread, naturally) served in a holder that kept the slices apart. Some sort of meat, ham-bacon-sausage. Coffee from fresh ground beans. EVERY MORNING and during the week, in time for the kids to get off to school. This was not all that long ago, either. Certainly not in the 40's or even the 50's. Not a high-falutting or wealthy type family Did I mention that he is now the "ex-husband'? Lordy May, was eating there an uncomfortable ritual. Toast and coffee and let me go ! It's somehow reassuring at least to know that it was commonplace in someone's family, somewhere. I don't think I've ever seen the thinga-ma-boddy, though; only Fredrick March - or Clifton Webb or Melvyn Douglas or Connie Bennett or whomever - deftly tapping a knife around the shell in preparation for removing the little "lid." But come to think of it, there always seemed to be a cut to something else - a breakfast companion, the butler coming in - during the removal operation. I never saw how that was accomplished (with the knife; with the fingers?). I have seen and used those toast holders (in hotels: I adore room service, especially in the morning).
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