With the polar vortex hitting New York and my Californian disregard for warm coats, it was bound to happen: I am sick. Not sick enough to be devastating, but just sick enough to be achy, whiny, and wishing for a cup of tea and a bowl of soup at all times. Instead of indulging myself, though, I took a cue from Mary Shelley, pulled on my pajamas, and made kale.
It’s tempting to think of kale as a marvel of modern marketing, engineered by the savvy people of Whole Foods to make us eat our vegetables. But the leafy green was one of the most common types of produce in Europe before it was outpaced by cabbage around 1600, and its popularity continued into the 18th century. For Shelley, kale wasn’t a trend, something to be massaged or blended into drinks. It wasn’t “healthy.” It was comforting.
Mary was the resident caregiver in her literary family; her husband, the poet Percy Shelley, wasn’t so good at looking after himself. “He could have lived on bread alone without repining,” his biographer Richard Henry Stoddard wrote. “Vegetables, and especially salads … were acceptable.” Mary was the one who made sure her husband was fed, not that he noticed much. She “used to send him something to eat into the room where he habitually studied; but the plate frequently remained untouched for hours upon a bookshelf, and at the end of the day he might be heard asking, ‘Mary, have I dined?'”
Food has long been our chosen way of providing for those we love; when I was in college, my mom’s “care packages” were 5% socks, 95% cookies (a ratio I heartily approved of). Mary Shelley’s letters show just how far back the tradition goes. When her aunt Everina fell ill, Mary, far away in Rome, dispatched a friend to put together a care package of her own: “jelly, oranges, spongecakes and her favourite kale.” Kale became a frequent gift, an all-purpose treatment for what ails you.
A new batch of Shelley’s letters was recently discovered from when she herself was ill, with a brain tumor that would kill her a few years later. Percy was gone by then, as was Everina. The only person Mary had left to care for was herself, hopefully with her friends around her and some kale on the stove, cooking to heal the soul.
Kale can seem like a spartan choice for dinner, but when served at brunch—stewed, with an egg on top—it becomes something rich, warm and inviting. Drizzling the eggs with vinegar, as Roger Vergé suggests, adds a brightness that transforms greens into a hearty meal, a cure-all.
Another benefit of this breakfast, especially for those low on energy, is its adaptability. Although tartines are typically made with pain au levain, Shelley would have preferred an Italian ciabatta; while in Rome, she wrote that the bread, “which is uneatable in France, is here the finest and whitest in the world.” You can also change your eggs to scrambled, sunnyside up or even poached—whatever comforts you the most.
4 slices (1-inch thick) crusty bread
1 garlic clove
6 tablespoons olive oil, divided
1/2 small yellow onion, diced
1 cup chicken broth
1 bunch kale, center ribs removed, leaves torn into bite-size pieces
1/2 teaspoon salt
Salt and pepper to taste
1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
Parmesan cheese shavings, for garnish
1. Preheat oven to 350°F. Place bread slices on a baking sheet and toast 2 minutes; flip slices over and toast 2 minutes more. Cut garlic clove in half and rub cut side on all surfaces of the bread.
2. Add 4 tablespoons oil to a large pot (with a lid) over medium heat. Add onion and cook, stirring occasionally, until translucent and starting to brown. Add broth, kale and salt, cover, and cook 3 minutes. Remove cover and cook until kale is tender and water has mostly evaporated, about 4 minutes more.
3. Meanwhile, add remaining 2 tablespoons oil to a nonstick frying pan over medium-low heat. Crack eggs into pan, season with salt and pepper, and cook until whites are just set, about 2 minutes; flip and cook 10 seconds more.
4. Place bread on a serving plate, divide kale over the 4 slices, and top each with an egg. In the same frying pan used for the eggs, add vinegar over medium heat and cook until reduced by half. Drizzle over eggs, top with parmesan, and serve.
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19 thoughts on “Mary Shelley: Kale and Fried Egg Tartine”
Are you sure you mean 1/4 cup of vinegar? Sounds like a large amount, especially for balsamic!
Yup – it ends up reducing down to a syrup that, mixed with the leftover oil from the pan, turns into a vinaigrette. Divided among four, it’s glorious. Vinegar plus eggs is my new thing!
Sounds and looks wonderful! Great narrative too. 🙂
Thanks – it’s become a breakfast staple here!
Love this… will try recipe… my husband is not well… lymphoma…. this will revive his appetite especially since he is inspired by all tings Shelly 🙂
I’m so sorry to hear that – I hope it’s a healing dish for both body and spirit. Best wishes.
What a great Idea!! I LOVE kale and have been trying to put it in as much food as I can
Me too – I usually buy a ton and then try to figure out new ways to prepare it. Braising is one of my favorites (and braising greens can be done really quickly, which is always a plus for me).
What a great breakfast idea. I am hooked on your suggestion about the vinegar! I want to try it. How do you decide about whom you are going to write about next. Your posts are so engaging. I am addicted to your blog.
Thanks, Anita! I usually decide who to write about just from what I’m reading – I love finding out more about that author’s life, and often stumble upon something that discusses their eating habits. It’s a great scavenger hunt!
When I see eags and bread I don’t care what’s between them. I’m like ‘gimme that!’ No seriously, I like the post 😉
Agreed – I’m a huge proponent of the classic New York breakfast: bacon, egg and cheese on a huge roll. This feels a little more … refined (but I still love both).
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Fascinating information about the Shelleys’ life and food – and writing habits! I sometimes think I’d like to disappear into my writing for a full day, shunning food and light and all the action around the house. Imagine the luxury of being able to write and write and write. I found it interesting, too, that kale had a life before it became a fad.
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This is one of my all-time favorite meals, when served over rice! I’ll have to try it over good bread instead of rice sometime…
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Really enjoyed your post – I love all things 18th Century. I didn’t know kale existed before your Californians discovered it 😉
Here a similar thing happened with rocket: it used to be a common herb, was forgotten and then re-ntroduced to Northern Europe under its Italian name rucola, which sounded sexy and exotic.
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