Ratatouille on Toast with an accidentally Poached Egg. The night before my Anthro final, I wanted to eat something healthier than the usual 4 kit-kat bars. When I tried to explain to my buddies how I happened to poach an egg, I said, “Last night, I learnt how to accidentally poach an egg.” The word choice sounds wrong, but is actually very true. It’s not really a poached egg - there was no frying pan, so I fried the egg on the saucepan but it started squirting hot oil all over the place so I put a lid on it, and when I opened the lid again, viola! It was an accidentally poached egg. The yolk wasn’t as runny, which is what I prefer, and with the usual load of chili flake seasoning, I finished eating this lovely thang (with courgettes and aubergines, which is British for zucchini and eggplant, included in the canned ratatouille) in roughly 3 seconds. 

Ratatouille on Toast with an accidentally Poached Egg.

The night before my Anthro final, I wanted to eat something healthier than the usual 4 kit-kat bars. When I tried to explain to my buddies how I happened to poach an egg, I said, “Last night, I learnt how to accidentally poach an egg.” The word choice sounds wrong, but is actually very true. It’s not really a poached egg - there was no frying pan, so I fried the egg on the saucepan but it started squirting hot oil all over the place so I put a lid on it, and when I opened the lid again, viola! It was an accidentally poached egg. The yolk wasn’t as runny, which is what I prefer, and with the usual load of chili flake seasoning, I finished eating this lovely thang (with courgettes and aubergines, which is British for zucchini and eggplant, included in the canned ratatouille) in roughly 3 seconds.