You know, I never DON’T feel like eating an egg. Oh, one more, now that I think about it! Egg raviolo, from just a couple nights ago! Kind of a stealth egg.
I do not! But what happens is this: the egg yolk seeps onto the plate, hindered only by the ricotta co-occupying the raviolo, and mixes with the browned butter. It looks like absolute trash, and it’s fantastic.