One egg is un oeuf
I indulged today. I have this thing when I hard boil an egg, peel it, then plop it in the leftover brine of pickled beets…then let it sit for a few hours in the fridge. I have no clue why, but I love the taste of it, plus the colour ain’t half bad either.
|Not the most enticing picture, but...|
Makes me think about getting hens… There’s just something about getting fresh eggs from your own backyard that’s so appealing to me. If I would get any it would be Islandshøns, or Icelandic chickens (Gallus Gallus Domesticus). …they’ve been an obsession for me for years, cause of their appearance & heritage. But, as with most of my wants, it has to be put on the back burner for now. Got too much stuff going on.
But they are pretty, aren’t they…
You can use this link to skip to where they show the Icelandic chickens.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? ~Rose F. Kennedy.