I nearly handed up this recipe. It seemed like there was an excessive amount of butter and an excessive amount of fuss for simply scrambled eggs. Properly, let me let you know, these are usually not simply scrambled eggs. They’re additionally not on a regular basis scrambled eggs. They’re a festive, celebration scramble.
Whereas I all the time consider good scrambled eggs as being fluffy, I felt that my rendition exchanged fluffiness for moist pillows of buttery, custardy, gentle, indulgent curds… I salivate whereas I write…
I served mine dressed with a beneficiant sprinkle of contemporary chopped parsley and a pinch of flake salt on scallion pancakes. The flavour and texture is so silky and unctuous that you might be glad with only a bowl of those eggs and a wonderfully brewed espresso. Sigh.
