As we all learn at some point in our lives, perfection is futile. It’s unattainable. It simply doesn’t exist. That is, until we’re talking about fried eggs.
You see, fried eggs are a very personal matter. An egg, like a painting, a sculpture, or even a poem, can be a work of art–and art, of course, is subjective. There isn’t the right kind of fried egg, no correct way to cook it, no guidebook or recipe or even a textbook. There’s just an egg, a bit of fat, some heat. A sprinkle of salt, and buttered toast. When it comes to fried eggs, there are many versions of perfection. We’re here to help you find yours.