Back in March, I made a pretty bold claim that I may need to refute. This circular question of 'which came first' got pretty complicated today. You see, back in March I had 4 little hatchlings delivered to my door for in the hopes that one day they would all grow up and produce some fine, fresh eggs. I had almost forgotten. After too many mornings of trudging down my culinary school scraps to the back yard, tossing them in the cage and wishing them a good day with thoughts of tandoori chicken on the brain, I almost forgot why I was raising them. Further complicating the issue was the day Paprikash decided to start crowing, and was promptly whisked away for a neat beheading in the countryside (he now is perched in my freezer, ready to sing his final song). But then, today after work I got home, lifted the nesting box lid like normal to give the girls fresh water and voila!?
March's summer version of eggs on toast-- I just couldn't resist. Half a peach, rather than grapefruit, whole grain bread from Treasure Island, and eggs. My very own eggs. Yes I will be sharing so please place your name in queue.