Every week for the last month or so we’ve been getting half a dozen eggs delivered by Father Christmas in a Landrover (Sorry Les, but you do look like Santa) and then, every Saturday morning I revel in the fact we have fresh, real free-range eggs to have with our bacon! Don’t get me wrong, shop bought eggs are, in most cases, nice. But these eggs take it to another level, maybe a double yolk (Dancing around the kitchen with that one) always a nice thick, shaped white and the thing I love most? The irregularities within the box. each egg is almost a story and this morning was “She’s trying her hardest!” In another place top left would have been rejected, discarded before it got to the “Best Before” date stamper, but it was was my choice and it didn’t disappoint.
And, just for the record, I am a real snob when it comes to cooking eggs, be it fried poached, omelet or scrambled. If you can’t do it properly then learn how to or just don’t…(That’s a rant to the Premier inn chefs who have disappointed me on sooo many occasions!)
Thanks Chuck and Peace Peeps! x