I love eggs. The Mr is a whizz at poaching them, he follows Julia's method. On sourdough toast they are the perfect breakfast. A top a salad of rocket, spinach, or watercress, sprinkled with shavings of parmesan cheese and seasoned with cracked pepper, poached eggs make a delicious lunch.
Fresh eggs are the best. I cannot come at using the supermarket variety in anything but baking.
These eggs came from a new friend. She has starting coming over once a week to talk with the Mr and I about church, religion and the Bible. Last week she bought eggs with her. She had me sussed pretty quick, I think, and knew the eggs would go down well.
And while we are on eggs, I am still pondering whether to get started on painting my chairs duck egg blue. I mean, there are 8 chairs, with lots of fiddly bits, oh the time commitment! First I have to find the perfect shade, almost a whitish-grey I think, with just the palest hint of blue. The linen in my picture is getting close to it. Any suggestions are more than welcome.