Dang! I destroyed another basic cooking premise yesterday, the one that says emphatically, “You can’t burn a boiled egg.”
So I didn’t burn “a boiled egg,” I burned six of them. Forgot they were on the stove when I took a shower, got dressed and answered some email. I smelled something burning, said, “Oh, shit, the eggs,” and rushed to the kitchen to find my eggs burned.
But, all was not lost. I found they peeled fairly easily (always a challenge for me) and that if I cut them in half, eliminating the burned portion, they still made good deviled eggs. I used the burned half for egg salad, which has a toasted taste. Not so bad, I’d say.