I can't figure out the oven thing here. I have tried. I have read the instructions, in confusingly translated English. I have pushed random buttons for days. But while staying temporarily in the Netherlands, I have so far had to accept my limitations and stick to stovetop dinners.
If I could never bake again, this would be a problem. But for a few weeks, I can comfortably subside on boiled things and sautéed things. And so came to pass that one recent evening, scrounging through my tiny refrigerator for dinner ideas, I decided it was time to face one of my biggest cooking fears — the poached egg.
