When I was young, my mother used to prepare the most delicious concoction during the winter months. It was a drink that her mother had prepared for her. Something taught to my Nani (“Maternal Grandmother”) by the head chef of her grandfather’s home in India over 80 years ago.
“Madam, this is Egg P’lip”, the chef would say in his heavy Indian accent, “to warm your heart in the winter, and strengthen you in the summer.”
Egg P’lip, actually a mispronunciation of ‘Egg Flip’, soon became Egg Philip, a childhood favourite of mine – mornings when my fingers and toes felt cold, my mother would make it for me.
“Your heart is warm, this will help the other bits.”
It seems nonsensical now, partly because the simple-to-make beverage was served cold, and partly because I grew up in the Middle East where the ‘winter’ was hardly testing, a cool 20-25 degrees C.Print
So it involves drinking a raw egg – not an issue for me, but how do you feel about it? Almost everyone I’ve described Egg Philip to since has expressed their most sincere condolences for what they see as inhumane punishment for a young child, no doubt it reminded many of seeing Sylvester Stallone down a glass of raw eggs in Rocky.
If you try it, let me know what you think. Make sure your eggs are fresh, and maybe try adding a little cinnamon for added flavour, though I think the vanilla and sugar is more than enough!
I still enjoy Egg Philip on the odd occasion, and living now in Canada as we go through what appears to be a particularly cold winter, it would seem that I need a little something to warm my toes.