I enjoy cooking, and at basic stuff I'm not too bad . . . but I'd never heard of roasted eggs before. The Telegraph reports:
There is a very good reason why we no longer eat eggs roasted on spits. Compared to boiling, scrambling, poaching, frying and coddling, spit-roasting an egg is a volcanic business.
It was once, however, common for cooks to spit-roast a hen’s eggs over a roaring fire.
The basic method, though it varies from translation to translation, is this: heat a spit until very hot, pierce the eggs with the spit, roast them over the fire, and serve.
There are some helpful hints in the 1598 translation - “heat your spit very whote”; “rost them like meat” – but otherwise, the method is vague and the egg enthusiast is left to make it up as they go along.
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The glowing skewer went straight through and the egg neither leaked, nor slid off the end of its spit.
After four minutes, the shell had turned black and a small bead of amber yolk had formed where the skewer met the shell. While the egg wasn’t vibrating, it had started whistling like a kettle on a hob.
The charred shell peeled away to reveal an egg white as soft as a toasted marshmallow and a golden-jelly yolk.
The taste was smoky, meaty and absolutely delicious. All the more so for being eaten in drizzling rain.
There's more at the link.
I'd never heard of spit-roasting eggs before. Next time I barbecue, I think I'm going to have to try that - although judging by the number of failures the author describes, I suspect I'd better have a few dozen eggs in reserve!