I always know when Victor asks if I have planned anything for dinner that he has a plan for dinner. And I ain’t no fool – I let him go for it!
His plan, tonight, was based on a soft-cooked egg he had seen on Milk Street – steamed for exactly 7 minutes.
Dinner based upon a simple egg?!? You betcha!
Of course, one needs something to put that egg upon – and he did not disappoint!
First, he made ravioli. Perfect little pillows stuffed with ricotta, sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, egg, and parmigiano.
Our eggplant did not produce as it has in past years, but we were able to make some cutlets and freeze them. A couple of them came out and went into the oven with his sauce and the same ricotta filling in between them.
When they were ready, the ravioli went into the sauce and the eggs went into the steamer basket. And then everything went onto the plate.
It was one of those texture sensations – the silkiness of the ravioli, the crunch of the eggplant breading, and that perfectly cooked egg.
It was heaven on the end of my fork.