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- 30g butter
- 2 tbsp floour
- 142ml carton double cream
- 150ml milk
- a large pinch of grated nutmeg
- spinach
- 100g cooked chopped ham
- 4 large eggs
- Gruyere Cheese
Add seasoning, nutmeg, cooked spinach and chopped ham. Divide mixture between four buttered amakins and crack an egg on top.

Top with remaining cream and a dab of butter. Put in a pan with boiling water half way up the sides of the ramekin dishes. Bake for 15 minutes.
Top with the cheese and grill until golden. Serve with toast sprinkled with sea salt.
UPDATE: A little late but the cooksister has decreed this months entry must include a short dramatic work. So, an extract from Somerset Maugham's Far Eastern Tales -
We had started another rubber when the barboy came in and said there was a police-sergeant outside who wanted to speak to me. "What does the boy want?" I asked.
The boy said he didn't know but had two coolies with him. "Curse him" I said I'll give him hell if I find he's disturbed me for nothing� "Deal for me Cartwright" I went out and found the sergeant with two Malays waiting for me on the steps. I asked him what the devil he wanted and could it not have waited until I had finished my game.
Imagine my consternation when he told me that the Malays had come to the police-station and said there was a white man lying dead on the path that led though the jungle. I immediately thought of Bronson and those damn funny coloured eggs.
"Dead?" I cried.
"Yes, shot. Shot through the head. A white man clutching a handful of spinach."
Then I knew it was Reggie Bronson. It was an awful shock. He was the best chef on this side of Tanah Merah. Always ready with his eggs cocette on a Sunday morning. Always found, come monsoon or blistering heat, in his Dutch built open kitchen preparing another extravagance come the end of the month.
And there was Mrs Bronson in the card room waiting impatiently for me to sort my cards and make a bid. For a moment I didn't know what to do. I was frightfully upset. I had planned to spend tomorrow morning reading the Strait Times while tucking in to Bronsons latest creation. "Boy" I shouted "pass me that spinach and fetch some cream"
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From: Sam (July 1, 2005 11:15 PM)
scrumptious-looking