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Broken Eggs

 I may have heard of one the six dishes listed in this story and have never been to Hong Kong. The egg waffles look very unique are has a couple of origin stories :

There are two contradictory explanations for the bubble-patterned shape. One is that the original version of egg waffles contained no or little egg in the batter, as eggs were expensive in the 1950s. The mould was used to create an illusion of the missing ingredients. The other explanation, on the contrary, argues that the ingredients of the egg waffles originally came from broken eggs in the market; the mould was to turn the broken eggs back into their original shape.

There has been more than one occasion when my carton of eggs got to bruised on the way home and there were more than a few broken eggs to deal with. Sometimes, the only reasonable answer was to cake a cake. In fact, greater the damage, bigger the size of the baking project. For someone who is not a baker, a situation like this can be a predicament. Bake a cake to use the broken eggs - a great idea for someone who loves baking and is good at it. I am neither so my results tend to be mediocre at best. So the cake serves to remind me of  how I mishandled the eggs. A solution to turn broken eggs whole again seems quite useful.

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