{"id":151548,"date":"2012-12-07T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-12-07T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gracious-khorana.45-76-20-142.plesk.page\/localmex12012x112x1truffled-deviled-eggs-with-creme-fraiche-htmlx1\/"},"modified":"2023-07-01T11:35:23","modified_gmt":"2023-07-01T11:35:23","slug":"truffled-deviled-eggs-with-creme-fraiche","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/localmilkblog.com\/2012\/12\/truffled-deviled-eggs-with-creme-fraiche.html","title":{"rendered":"Truffle Deviled Eggs with Cr\u00e8me Fra\u00eeche"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019m a practical person, the down to earth sort, sensible and realistic in my approach. This is a thing about me that is\u2026.well, a complete and utter falsehood. An egregious lie. Would it were so! I imagine there are such fantastic benefits to being that way, having things like order and security, trotting through life like a thoroughbred. Efficiency. Economy. I\u2019d like that. But I may be, in fact, the least practical person I know.<\/p>\n

I routinely put form over function, and I spend most of my thoughts on esoterica, aesthetics, and day dreams. Getting dressed each day is essentially an\u00a0exercise\u00a0in playing dress up. I still have a hard time fathoming why funds have to be allocated to things like dry cleaning and laptop repair. I stay up far too late. I\u2019m obsessive and myopic, a lack of balance and moderation forever being my great white whale. I manage to live, mostly, as an adult. But I do so begrudgingly often truly lamenting that I cannot live as a Jedi or undead Warlock. Even my thought life is thoroughly impractical.<\/p>\n

For instance, a stuffed Christmas tree was crowing carols at the drug store the other evening. It made my mind wobble. The absurdity of the universe producing it made my consciousness momentarily implode. This is unfortunately something that occurs multiple times on any given day but that tree caused a particularly loud roaring in my ears. I wasn\u2019t angry, it didn\u2019t piss me off or anything. It amazed me. It amazed me that this universe spawned such a thing. That all the matter, space-time, history, and chance or providence, which ever you believe in as they\u2019re equally fantastical, produced this\u2026thing. Sometimes it\u2019s hard to reconcile all of time with a singing, plush Christmas tree. But then I find a thread. The holidays. The solstice. This is old, this celebrating. It\u2019s an old, old celebration and it\u2019s only wonderful. Maybe I\u2019ll buy that horrible thing to remind myself that miracles are real. Because it\u2019s a miracle, albeit an absurd and useless one, that these things exist.<\/p>\n

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But there are benefits to being impractical, like the awe of seeing a glittering cascade of nonlinear differential equations in the whorls of cream in your morning coffee. Or getting to spend evenings in your own personal film noir by the fire, smelling of Le Petit Trianon in a black lace kimono. Or deciding that your bathtub is a perfectly legitimate office. Or truffle deviled eggs with cr\u00e8me fraiche and black sea salt. I plan to make them on Christmas with black truffle shavings from Tennessee grown truffles and Siberian sturgeon caviar, sustainably farmed right in my back yard at the University of Georgia. Maybe it\u2019s a little fall of Rome tacky and certainly not the most down to earth incarnation of the egg, but we all know this solstice welcomes the coming of the age of Horus (we do all know that, right?), so it\u2019s the time for that sort of thing. I jest about the Horus thing. Sort of. Well, not really. Anyway, no worries, it\u2019s a very auspicious aeon.<\/p>\n

It would be even more special with something less mundane than chicken eggs. Little quail eggs, yes? Fat duck eggs? Yeah. But in all fairness the bright yellow yolks of the chicken eggs I get at the market rival that of any dearer bird. At any rate, I firmly believe the pumpkin ought to be a carriage at least once a year, if it can. And these are the glittering carriage of deviled eggs, most especially with the aforementioned trappings. I can\u2019t really thing of anything more special than a truffle & caviar topped\u00a0cr\u00e8me fra\u00eeche deviled egg.\u00a0There\u2019s something especially satisfying about gilding such a humble thing, the egg.<\/p>\n

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