I never was a fan of this side dish, until my father made some at home. We had lots of ducks then, and they seemed to be laying eggs more than we can handle; so my father decided to make salted eggs. Sure, some eggs were served scrambled or hardboiled (we didn't care much for sunnyside-up, lol), but my sisters and I found it weird since duck's eggyolks were almost orange in color. You know how weird (and picky!) kids can get sometimes...so my father resorted to salted eggs.
It wasn't an instant hit, but I gradually came to love it; I loved how the salted eggs weren't that salty at all and it was perfect with red ripe tomatoes...
Oh, I tried making them on my own (when I had my own family), but I couldn't seem to find fresh duck eggs as easily as chicken eggs here in the city. Or maybe am just asking for them in the wrong places. I guess for now I have to be content with the ones my SIL sends over every now and then.
For now. ^_^
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