The Art of the Egg

The Egg Book

A New cookbook by Leslie Simons

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Leslie Simons was the Chef/Owner of An Intimate Affair Catering from 2006 to 2010. She joined the catering team at DePaul University in 2010 where she spent four years doing high volume events including dinners for the President of the University, campus events for students and upscale awards ceremonies. Weddings and faculty parties were among the many daily events and she has said that she considers her four years at DePaul her PhD in Catering

They say the true measure of a cook is their handling of eggs. You will be surprised at how easy some of the most difficult dishes seem after you’ve done them a couple of times. Some dishes will seem easy the very first time. I’ve tried to spell things out as I would if you and I were side by side in the kitchen.

The Egg Book & Sexy Food

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first 50 book orders will receive the CD free

Tablescapes

Don't underestimate what candles can do...everything looks better. Mix your expensive pieces with your inexpensive finds and the entire scheme is elevated.

Darling,

We Need to Talk

“I Hate Quail Eggs!!!”

First of all, what the hell am I going to do with an egg yolk that isn’t even half a teaspoon. Seriously?! Also, the eggs seem kind of nasty to me. Also, the membrane is so tough that it is almost impossible to break without damaging the yolk. Then you’ll only have a quarter of a teaspoon.

When I was a kid, I sometimes dreamt that when I cracked an egg there was a chick inside. Not a cute, fluffy chick, but a dead embryo type chick. Not my favorite dream. Once at DePaul, we were doing a party for Maggie Daily, Chicago’s first lady at the time, because the city was dedicating a downtown building to her. The Planner wanted open face mini eggs benedict, so we had to use quail eggs. When I was cracking what probably was egg number 50, I saw a feather stick out. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After they resuscitated me, I continued on, with dread. There was something wrong with our steamer so we jerry-rigged a steam setup and at one point I got a very bad steam burn. It left a black ring around my wrist for almost two years. They teased me about my hatred of quail eggs for as long.

I’m going to start a “Ban the Quail Egg Society” as soon as I have the time.