How to Make Perfect Hard Boiled Eggs, Easter and How Every Girl Deserves a Good Egg

Instructions for how to make perfect hard boiled eggs is at the end of this post. Please scroll down.

easter is just a few days away, and like any proper superheroine does when the situation arises, i’ve transformed myself from my ordinary citizen self to uberbunny. i’ve been scouring the web<, flipping through my personal collection of back issues of bon appetit, and poring over cookbooks, quilting together recipes for the perfect easter brunch. thankfully, my family has finally surrendered to my holiday-ham-spawns-spam attacks, so i get to grill salmon, or maybe roast a chicken (i’m still deciding).

I’m also building easter baskets. they’ll be outfitted with every interpretation of pastel spring sugar, including those absolutely disgusting but absolutely necessary fluorescent pink and yellow marshmallow peeps. and what’s an easter basket without colored easter eggs? uh, i guess a basket with a bunch of pastel colored candy. so i’m hard boiling eggs with the method i learned and have practiced on average at least twice a week for a very long time. that’s a lot of eggs. yes, i eat a lot of hard boiled eggs.

the funny thing is, i used to hate eggs, and no, hate is not too strong of a word. when i was little (and even not so little, say as recently as a few years ago), i would not eat eggs - sunny-side up or down, over easy, over medium, over anything, poached, scrambled, fried – it didn’t matter. mom would try every manner of coaxing, begging, even demanding obedience of me to eat eggs, but i refused. there was, of course, no rational explanation for my horrible distaste for them. so, i don’t fully understand how it’s a 180 degrees later, and i’ve come to love eggs so much.

it’s like eggs are that guy that, for some inexplicable reason, you just don’t want to have a romantic relationship with. there’s nothing wrong with him, and in fact, eggs are full of protein and vitamins and are good for you. everyone else absolutely adores quiche and frittatas and omelettes, it’s just that, dressed up with cheese, they’re still eggs, and you still don’t like them. even your mom likes him, and always asks you, “what about...?” and you can’t volley back with any real reasoning, so it just comes out as an exasperated “mom!” as you cringe and make that face. finally, though, they’ve beaten you down so you say you’ll go out with him, but only if there are no yolks because they’re too fatty. he takes you out for dinner, eggs are cheap so you don’t have to spend too much, and a girl’s got to eat, right? and you know what? you shrug because after all, it wasn’t so bad. then you’re kind of in the habit of getting protein from egg white omelettes, and you find yourself strangely attracted to his love handles and little bit of beer belly. so you try scrambled eggs with the yolks and they’re soft and sensitive and understand your needs. you find out that the poached eggs on benedicts, when poked a little, weep all over the canadian bacon, and how adorable! he even cries during the sad parts of movies. pretty soon you almost get a sizzle from fried eggs and you want to try sunny side up and over easy. you want to eat eggs all the time. the next thing i know ... i find myself waking up every morning *sigh* with him.

i mean eggs! (mom, are you reading this? it's an analogy.)

so, yes, i now have a wonderful, steady relationship with eggs, and i know exactly how to make the perfect hard boiled egg!

perfectly hard boiled eggs

all dressed up for dinner

How to Make Perfect Hard Boiled Eggs

1. Place cold eggs in a pot, fill with cold water to just cover eggs, and bring to a boil
2. As soon as the water starts boiling, turn off the heat, cover pot with lid, and time for 15 minutes
3. After 15 minutes, drain water, run cold water over the eggs until they are cool enough to handle, then peel perfect hard boiled eggs!

i’m eating a few for dinner in one of my favorite ways, asian style: drizzled with soy sauce, a drop of sriracha, and sprinkled with *cue melody* nori komi furikake. the rest will be my breakfast tomorrow morning ;)